I'm looking at a rose painted on my memory's pieces It covers my interrupted memories in my unchanged dreams
If I only let my tears flowing, I would perhaps be able to forget you In my tears I won't see my tomorrows
I forget the ended week-end's wounds Even shrouded by the flowing time they pierce my heart
If I only let my tears flowing, I would perhaps be able to forget you An asleep rose of a beautiful color faded
If your smiling face lived, certainly The night reflecting in your eyes would only let a shining dream You go and meet morning, forgetting loneliness You shroud with your tears your red wrists
My memory's door shakes when I close it It covers my interrupted memories on my blue lips
If I only let my tears flowing, I would perhaps be able to forget you In my tears I won't see my tomorrows
Your broke my painful heart... even now