Old the Rose Songtext
von Birdt

Gently, it′s my poem to the wind
Careful after ever, never innocent
Distance, I offer you my skin
I'm naked, and where do I begin?

Orange on my eyelids
Capture the beauty of all this
I′m resting on a sad kiss
The last, it's too fast. It's too fast


I′m strongly hoping only
Knowing not for long
Moving on but slowly
I′m not wrong. Oh, tell me I'm not wrong

Old the rose, young in your hand
I borrow hope from friendly man
Sleepy at the coffee stand
Pass it on to you my friend

Old the rose, young in your hand
I borrow hope from friendly man
Sleepy at the coffee stand
Pass it on to you my friend