A rose in the wind has no use for spikes
It's perfume is lost, it's colors get dry
It looks like it holds, at least for a while
But it will go down in the end
You don't understand
You cannot build your life on someone else' strength
I bow to our fate, I shout at the wind
I look for a meaning, I wait for a ring
And all that I do is looking for you
And I know you will come in the end
Someday I will feel your body again
The fire burns high, and you cannot pretend...
Like a rose in the wind
