Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
I don’t know if there is anything,
I can do to save you.

Violets are blue.
But the roses went black.
This life is over.
And there’s nothing that can bring you back.

A pile of dead roses.
And violets that have gone brown.
One final goodbye. Wrote in mourning.
As your ashes are spread over the ground.

Flowers and life don’t last long enough.
And their lives are full of lies.
That is why the brightest burn out so fast.
Turn to wastes, wilt and die.

Violets and roses.
Alike each meets their end.
This is how I say goodbye.
I will miss you as long as I live my friends.
One day we will meet again.