Why did I plant a rose
Why did I take care of the flowers,
Why did I, my dear, love, oh,
And bitter tears shed
Roll you, bitter tears.
Roll off your ruddy face
Roll off my hand, little ring,
Roll on my traitor
And how are you, dear, not ashamed
And how about you, my dear, it's not a sin:
You comfort someone else's heart, oh
You betray my sadness.
And here I am sitting next to you
Like a May rose in the middle of the day.
And tomorrow they will take me to the grave, oh
Villain, forget about me
14 апр 2023
