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...