I've brought three roses to my love.
The first one is as black as the night with a mysterious sign.
The other is the yellow colour of sorrowful autumn,
And the third one is like blood from an old wound.
Oh, her breath is like sweet wine.
Take my gift,
The three colours of the universe.
There is a secret in them: if I'm in your soul,
They don't wither.
I picked them where birds don't fly
And people don't stroll.
I'll give you three roses of different colours:
Mystery, separation, love.
I'll give you three roses,
Each flower is more than a thousand words.
The stars have brought us their
Message on these petals in the night.
Take my gift,
The three colours of the universe.
There is a secret in them: if I'm in your soul,
They don't wither.
I picked them where birds don't fly
And people don't stroll.
I'll give you three roses of different colours:
Mystery, separation, love.
I'll give you three roses,
Each flower is more than a thousand words.