There, there, between roses and flowers
The paradise began
And there were kisses
Audacious caresses
Then passion follies.
"I love you", she whispers
And a burning kiss makes her tremble
And, to her sweet love
She constantly whispers:
Love me! Kiss me with passion!
Take me! Hold me tight with ardor!
Pick me! My life is like a flower:
It quickly blooms and quickly dies
My heart is only for you!
But, but a sad day came
And their love ended
Like a rose
Killed by frost
Her beauty soon withered.
Mad, in the garden of roses
She gets consumed in her pain in vain.
She cries, and, as she did then
She sings to the lost love:
Love me! Kiss me with passion!
Take me! Hold me tight with ardor!
Pick me! My life is like a flower:
It quickly blooms and quickly dies
My heart is only for you!
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Pick me! My life is like a flower:
It quickly blooms and quickly dies
My heart is only for you!