A Feeling like rose in black,
Dropped one tear in the sea, try to find it back,
Deaf for the voices of the wind,
Cause they only make me remind,
The sound of your name,
Things that are not but could became,
My wilted black rose.
Tears are red,
Hope is dead,
Fantasy fades,
Imagination persuades,
My wilted black rose.
No harder pain as the pain of love,
No nothing goes above,
Heart breaks, scars burn,
Time rolls back and tables turn,
My wilted black rose.
Heart turned in stone,
Thoughts are alone,
Birds are singing sad songs,
And her heart only belongs,
To you, you can let it beat again,
For her there never were other men,
My wilted black rose.
Time will tell,
This bitter farewell,
She could not wait longer,
Leaving the world would make her stronger,
She leaves before the day must come,
The day he would come,
My wilted black cursed rose.
