Come like the dusk   Like a rose on the grave of love   You are my lust   Like a rose on the grave of love      I curse the day I first saw you   Like a rose that is born to bloom   Don't look at me the way you do   Like the roses, they fear the gloom      Your thorns, they kissed my blood      Your beauty heals, your beauty kills   And who would know better than I do?   Pretend you love me!      Indeed, reality seems far   When a rose is in love with you   Slaves of our hearts, that's what we are   We loved and died where roses grew      They watched us silently      A rose is free, a rose is wild   And who would know better than I do?   Roses are not made for love