We had this room
That was reaching to the sea
With yellow lambs
And a small window...
We would watch the drunk ships
We would watch the drunk ships...
Broken story of our tears...
Our tears were run out before they could dry.
I left my hearth at the Rose Hotel
I left my hearth at the Rose Hotel.
We had this balcony
That would greet the night
Guitar melodies from the beach
A summer night under the moonlight
Was it the wine or something else?
It would make us cry...
The wind said, 'all good things come to an end'
My hearth replied, 'it's enough for me if he doesn't forget'
I left my hearth at the Rose Hotel