Winter Rose
Precious winter rose
Beautiful and rare
Precious winter rose
In the garden there
Now there's only thorns
In the garden there
All of the petals are tattered and torn
Scattered everywhere
And the hand that crushed the winter rose was mine
Yes the hand that crushed the winter rose was mine
Yes the hand that crushed the winter rose was mine
Was mine
Yes the hand that crushed the winter rose was mine
Was mine
Was mine
Rosa de Invierno
Preciosa rosa de invierno
Hermosa y rara
Preciosa rosa de invierno
En el jardín allí
Ahora solo hay espinas
En el jardín allí
Todos los pétalos están desgarrados y rotos
Esparcidos por todas partes
Y la mano que aplastó la rosa de invierno era mía
Sí, la mano que aplastó la rosa de invierno era mía
Sí, la mano que aplastó la rosa de invierno era mía
Era mía
Sí, la mano que aplastó la rosa de invierno era mía
Era mía
Era mía
Escrita por: Mark E. Nevin