my rose, my rose,

my lovely bloodred blossom

coming to life under a full moon.

.

i tried to hold back the storm

to no avail, and than, up

from the ground springs

my rose, my rose,

brought to life by the full moon.

bloodred, beautiful, i have suffered

for my rose a thousand times over.

.

let the rain

fall, fall,

let the rain fall.