Beautiful rose,

you who sit there.

Your beauty enchants

and your voice ensnares.

Your soft whispers,

your song that dares,

men to come forwards

and forget any cares.

You call sweetly to them,

smiling, nothing to fear,

you bring them happiness,

you wipe away their tears.

You wipe them away,

and also you wipe away the years.

Before you know it,

you've lost all that's dear.


Beautiful rose,

what life are you living?

What reasons do you put forth?
What grounds are you giving?

What dreams undone haunt you?

What nightmare are you reliving?

What deeds did you do?

What actions are left misgiving?


Beautiful rose,

what are you doing?