Black roses
Language: English
Tell me, why are you so unhappy today,
You who are always so cheerful and bright?
In fact I am no more unhappy today
Than when you think me cheerful and bright;
For grief has roses black as night.
In my heart there grows a flowering rose-tree
That will never, ever leave me in peace.
And the stalks are all covered with thorn on thorn,
And it nags and torments me without respite;
For grief has roses black as night.
But from roses there comes a flawless jewel,
As white as death, as red as blood.
It grows bigger and bigger. I feel my strength fail,
It tears and gnaws at the roots of my heart;
For grief has roses black as night.