As though you are fallen in The avalanche of snow And pour on thoughts full of scepticism. The black rose on your breast Makes you stupefy. Deep below in the abysm Away from human sweetness. The black rose on your breast Makes you poison your soul.
Your dying pa**ion's gleaming When the expired flare of your heart Is flashing by in agony. The stream of woven visions Dissolve in a spacious ocean. The black rose on your breast Makes you transform into twilight.