Roses! Oh how they are calm!
They are poetical and wonderful...
But in this garden,
The roses only Lie deceased...
The only perfume that they exhale
Is smells it eccentric of the death!
To see them, the people do not stop looking at,
Therefore they say that she brings bad luck.
They are sad and dried up,
Agonize hung for the land,
the cemetary of roses!
One day they were velvety,
Perfumed and delicate,
But now they are deceased!
