The ruby roses on the grave,
And our life, we didn’t save.
We died this night, but we are brave
Because we slave for slave.
We try to think, what we’re alive,
It’s cruel truth, my love!
But in this wine we dive
To try to find our life!
The ruby roses on the grave,
And our souls, they didn’t slave.
We died tonight, but we’re so brave
Because we save by slave.
We may to think, what we’re alive,
But we are dead tonight!
And shouldn’t fear, my love!
With opened arms we say goodbye,
And fly away from our life
On dainty wings of butterfly!
The ruby roses on the grave,
And our life, we didn’t save.
We died this night, but we are brave
Because we slave for slave.
The ruby roses!
© Copyright: Анна Устиненко, 2009
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