in the mountains above our village
there is a garden of roses
tomorrow I will go early in the morning
with the sound of the birds
I'll bring a flower to my lover
from the garden of the reds
I'll know, I'm his and he is mine forever
I came down from the mountain to our village
roses in my hair
but my lover isn't at home
silence in the rooms
in the river by our village
my lover didn't came back in the night
he found another lover and my heart was broken
no, god make him come back
waiting day and night
no,I don't have the power that another day will come
sad roses, and he is not here