So much, so much, so much bright
And so much grey
So strange, strange, strange
That is so much in this way
Sleepwalking as a squirrel
I make you burst into laughters
May i be like this, be going without seeing what i haven’t seen.
Maybe i think to leave, i’m still here
Ruby-red, ruby-red, gold, rhyme
Undress the mineral
And whatever name has been given to it
In this way is without thinking
They think that (you) know nothing
That you cannot love
They say that it’s to see and to believe
Useless to explain
They take you away from your calm and your mother (is) searching for you
Without my lips, without stopping, nobody can find you
The credible rose
Strange rose
Pure, pure, lovely Indian
Blood and cotton
Living, sacred, injured, gentle and divine montain
Begins this way with such sadness
Ends all the same, all the same
Ends all the same, the same
Strange rose
Strange rose
Strange rose
Strange rose
Strange rose
Strange rose
Strange rose
Strange rose
Strange rose
Strange rose