• Give me a black rose,
    and all will be well,
    when I liee down,
    in that dark cell.

    One single rose,
    black as night,
    when I am lost,
    in that world without light.

    Yes, just one rose,
    black as my heart,
    when the lid closes,
    and I am left in the dark.

    And in that rose,
    all my dreams lie shattered,
    and the wings I once had,
    lie in tatters.

    I neither despair,
    nor fear the warm embrace of death,
    just give me a black rose,
    the sum of my success.