Anche se non sembra... perņ vi riaccolgo con una perla... a presto!
Some black roses on the floorAnd gliding petals on the riverYour tears are so coldThey 're twisting streams on your pale skinBut once you had a red rose on your handsAnd spread its seeds away while hoping they'd blossom redSound and safe from that tainted soul of yoursBecause your soul is black you fear the sun, wind and rainAnd would never let them to shine, blow or fall on your graveSo the red roses are black for you todaySome black roses on the floorAnd drips of blood on your fingersWith every torn you hurt so deepWhile harvesting on your death fieldWith honesty justice and dignity you cant turn your roses redRoses are black roses for you today
