Roses

Poets Of The Fall

Rosas

I've walked the distance,
I paid my dues and tried to have a go at what I thought
I knew was real, held no appeal
I've been to places, I've seen the tidings,
I bought a book of rules for every coin that I could steal
And so I came to gaze upon the stars, when they were yet unborn
And consequently, tear at my old scars,
And the mask I had outworn

So when I'm crying alone
Yeah, when I'm cold as a dying stone

Grow me a garden of roses
Paint me the colors of sky and rain
Teach me to speak with their voices
Show me the way and I will try again

I've heard the rumors, started fires,
I sowed a sordid lot of plays for keeps for what I need,
Behold the demons that I freed
I've tried my best at wearing the hard hat,
But healing doesn't seem to happen when you hide away the seed
And so I came across the medicine man, [
And he showed me what I'd forlorn
For if I'm stayed it happens by my own hand,
And my own voice full of scorn

So when I'm crying alone
Yeah, when I'm cold as a dying stone

Grow me a garden of roses
Paint me the colors of sky and rain
Teach me to speak with their voices
Show me the way and I will try again

Without you I'm nothing at all
And life has the face of a morbid game
With you nothing is impossible
It all seems to fit the frame

So when I'm crying alone
Yeah, when I'm cold as a dying stone

Grow me a garden of roses
Paint me the colors of sky and rain
Teach me to speak with their voices
Show me the way and I will try again

Eu andei distâncias
Eu paguei minhas dívidas e tentei experimentar o que eu pensei
Saber ser real, não fiz acusações
Eu estive em vários lugares, eu vi as marés,
Eu comprei um livro de regras para cada moeda que eu pude roubar
E então eu passei a olhar para as estrelas, quando elas ainda não haviam nascido
E conseqüentemente, chorei em minhas antigas feridas
E na máscara que não me servia mais

E quando eu estou chorando sozinho
Yeah, quando eu estou frio como uma pedra morrendo

Cultive para mim um jardim de rosas
Pinte as cores do céu e da chuva
Ensine-me a falar com suas vozes
Mostre-me o caminho e eu tentarei de novo

Eu ouvi os rumores, provoquei incêndios
Semeei várias peças sórdidas para me lembrar do que eu preciso,
Temi os demônios que eu liberei
Eu tentei ao máximo me proteger,
Mas a cura parece não acontecer quando você esconde as origens
Então me deparei com um curandeiro,
E ele me mostrou o que eu havia perdido
Caso eu tivesse adiado isso aconteceria por minha própria conta,
E com minha própria voz cheia de desprezo