Some black roses on the floor

And gliding petals on the river

Your tears are so cold 

They 're twisting streams on your pale skin



But once you had a red rose on your hands

And spread its seeds away while hoping they blossom red

Sound and safe from that tainted soul of yours



Because your soul is black you fear the sun, wind and rain

And would never let them to shine, blow or fall on your grave 

So the red roses are black for you, today



Some black roses on the floor

And drips of blood on your fingers 

With every torn you hurt so deep

While harvesting on your death field



But once you had a red rose on your hands

And spread its seeds away while hoping they blossom red

Sound and safe from the tainted soul of yours



Because your soul is black you fear the sun, wind and rain

And would never let them to shine, blow or fall on your grave 

So the red roses are black for you, today



Roses are black roses for you today

Roses are black roses for you today

Roses are black roses for you today



For you today



With honesty, justice and dignity 

You can turn your roses red



Because your soul is black you fear the sun, wind and rain

And would never let them to shine, blow or fall on your grave 

So the red roses are black for you, today



Roses are black roses for you today

Roses are black roses for you today

Roses are black roses for you today



For you today



Roses are black roses for you today

Roses are black roses for you today

Roses are black roses for you today



Black for you today...