For my sorrow and for your appeal, Miss
I gave you a bouquet of red melancholies
and hastily I gave you a promise
that their flowers smell like the moon and their leaves get silver when they die
You say surprised: "Well, this is only a bouquet of ordinary roses"
Yes, indeed. So what will I give you?
I will give you a heart of pure gold.
I will give you a horse of sugar.
Take this heart and go to the road
and don't ask "Why?"
Take this heart and go to the road
and don't ask "Why?"
An old lady at a stall threw away a big basket.
Look, your sugar horse
jumped onto the gold road.
Look, your sugar horse
jumped onto the gold road.
For my sorrow and for your appeal, Miss
I gave you a bouquet of red melancholies
and you, madam? Well, you don't want those roses
You say they are so ugly, red and with thorns
So what will I give you?
I will give you a ring with a bead
The one blue as your eyes
Look, your sugar horse.
jumped onto the gold road.
Look, your sugar horse
jumped onto the gold road.
I will give you a heart of pure gold.
I will give you a horse of sugar.
Take this heart and go to the road
and don't ask "Why?"
Take this heart and go to the road
and don't ask "Why?"