Текст песни
White roses - ashes on the memory
Black roses - in the heart of the seal
Thorns could, those roses, me to wound
But I'm gone and I can not be caught
Tears in the pillow - a cry without an answer
They will not hear the deaf planet
In the wall dishes - pain without borders
Enough Broken No more pages
And the rose petals are like shards of fate
Where once there were living fires
Don't hold on to someone who's no longer with you
Love is not a chain, but a living wind
The roses are alive, but they're broken to dust
Wounded, crushed, in cold hands
They were like love—bright and pure
And the cries into the pillow were just empty sounds
You'll soon understand that it's not worth holding on to
The past is a shadow, and it's not worth suffering
White roses are dust on the table
Black roses are in the abyss, like feelings at the bottom
And the rose petals are like fragments of fate
Where once there were living flames
Don't hold on to someone who is no longer with you
Love is not a chain, but a living wind
The roses are alive, but they are broken into dust
Wounded, crumpled, in cold hands
And the rose petals are like fragments of fate
Where once there were living flames
Don't hold on to someone who's no longer with you
Love is not a chain, but a living wind
The roses are alive, but they're broken to dust
Wounded, crumpled, in cold hands
White roses are ashes to remember
Black roses are a seal on the heart
