If you was in garden
In the later spring,
Was you very, very
Many roses seeng.
In the early summer,
When the beards are fly
In the little garden
Many roses die.
Many, many roses
Yellow, white, red
In the later evening
Go to the bed.
If you like this roses
Flowers of love
Go to the garden,
To the garden move.
(1998)
Roses
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