From the corner of the streets I found her
I picked a thorn and grew a rose
I tamed the wild life around her
And the book of her past is surely closed
Rose, don't ever go away, aha
Rose, my bouquet

We tilled the soil of her fertile love
We picked the grace and drank the wine
We harvest of the fruit of her understanding
And the garden is sacred and all aboud
Rose, not twice the man that I was
Before our love began

But you had to go, the path was too strong
For us to hold on, whoo
Then the winds came from the wrong direction
Blowing away all my love and my protection
I woke up one morning, with the early dawn
Just to find her gone
Like a bother far takes to the star gone
Without a warning, never say goodbye, gone
Rose was gone, gone

And I don't know where our love chills right
Leaving our hearts starting cold
For a rose has become the brush of the streets
And afar once again in the thought

Rose (rose), (rose, the petals of a rose) the petals of a rose
The rose pushes there (pushes there)
As only memories grow in there (as only memories grow in there)

Oh rose, the petals of rose
Are pushing there (are pushing there) as only
Memories grow in there (as only memories grow in there)

Rose, the petals of a rose
The rose pushes there (there)
As only memories grow in there
Baby, rose (rose)
The petals of a rose (the petals of a rose)