De roos [English translation]

Love is said to be soft

like a sweet and tender word.

Love is said to be harsh

and often kills happiness.

She is called hankering and longing

She is called a rescuer when in distress

I say that love is like a flower

the sun scatters her beams upon.

She is the heart, so anxious and fragile

so insecure and delicate;

She's the dream dreading to wake up

because she will then learn the truth.

She awaits the one who wants to pick her now

the one who will steal her tears.

She's so afraid of fading too soon

before having truly lived.

And when the night's so cold and lonely

and when the waiting lasts too long,

then just ponder that happiness is only

for those who long for it intensely.

Just ponder that bitter winters

and thick layers of snow

have never prevented

the rose from surviving them.