Some black roses on the floor And gliding petals on the river Your tears are so cold They 're twisting streams on your pale skin
But once you had a red rose on your hands And spread its seeds away while hoping they'd blossom red Sound and safe from that tainted sould of yours
Because your sould is black you fear the sun, wind and rain And would never let them to shine, blow or fall on your grave So the red roses are black for you today
Some black roses on the floor And drips of blood on your fingers With every torn you hurt so deep While harvesting on your death field
With honesty justice and dignity you cant turn your roses red
Roses are black roses for you todayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
