De roos [English translation]

They say about love that it is sweet

like a sweet and tender word

They say about love that it is hard

and that it kills happiness so many times

They call it longing and desire

They call it a savior in distress

I say that love is like a flower

on which the sun spreads her rays

She's the heart, so scared and breakable

so instable and so fragile

She's the dream afraid of waking

because then, she hears the truth

She waits for the one who wants to pick her

for the one who steals her tears

So scared of dying early

before she ever really lived

And if the night is so cold and lonely

and it lasts too long to wait

Imagine then that luck is only

for those who want it strong

Consider then that bitter winters

and thick layers of snow

never could prevent

the rose to survive them