To your grave I spoke
Holding a red, red rose
Gust of freezing cold air
Whispers to me that you are gone...
Always, always asking the question why
Life is overrated, but I
Never, never expected that I'd
Underestimated my love for you
To your grave I spoke
Holding a red, red rose
Gust of freezing cold air
Whispers to me that you are gone
Always, always just out of reach of my
Over frustrated, shameful hands, and I
Never, never expected that I
Would ever, no never, plead
For credit of precious time
To your grave I spoke
Holding a red, red rose
Gust of freezing cold air
Whispers to me you're gone
Spent a lifetime of holding on
Just to let go
I guess I'll spend another lifetime
Searching for a new hope
To your grave I spoke
Holding a red, red rose
Gust of freezing cold air
Whispers to me you're gone
Spent a lifetime of holding on
Just to let go
I guess I'll spend another lifetime
Searching for a new hope
A new hope
A new hope
A new hope
Я разговаривал с твоей могилой,
Держа в руках красную, красную розу.
Порыв ледяного ветра
Шепчет мне, что ты ушла...
Я всегда задавал вопрос: "Почему
Жизнь несправедлива?", но я
Никогда, никогда не думал, что
Недооценивал свою любовь к тебе.
Я разговаривал с твоей могилой,
Держа в руках красную, красную розу.
Порыв ледяного ветра
Шепчет мне, что ты ушла...
Я никогда не мог до тебя дотянуться
Своими недостойными руками, и я
Никогда, никогда не думал, что я
Буду когда-либо умолять
Дать мне ещё немного драгоценного времени...
Я разговаривал с твоей могилой,
Держа в руках красную, красную розу.
Порыв ледяного ветра
Шепчет мне, что ты ушла...
Я провел целую жизнь в попытках
Отпустить тебя,
Однако мне кажется, что ещё одну жизнь я проведу
В поисках новой надежды.
Я разговаривал с твоей могилой,
Держа в руках красную, красную розу.
Порыв ледяного ветра
Шепчет мне, что ты ушла...
Я провел целую жизнь в попытках
Отпустить тебя,
Однако мне кажется, что ещё одну жизнь я проведу
В поисках новой надежды.
Новую надежду,
Новую надежду,
Новую надежду... To your grave I spoke
Holding a red, red rose
Gust of freezing cold air
Whispers to me that you are gone ...
Always, always asking the question why
Life is overrated, but I
Never, never expected that I'd
Underestimated my love for you
To your grave I spoke
Holding a red, red rose
Gust of freezing cold air
Whispers to me that you are gone
Always, always just out of reach of my
Over frustrated, shameful hands, and I
Never, never expected that I
Would ever, no never, plead
For credit of precious time
To your grave I spoke
Holding a red, red rose
Gust of freezing cold air
Whispers to me you're gone
Spent a lifetime of holding on
Just to let go
I guess I'll spend another lifetime
Searching for a new hope
To your grave I spoke
Holding a red, red rose
Gust of freezing cold air
Whispers to me you're gone
Spent a lifetime of holding on
Just to let go
I guess I'll spend another lifetime
Searching for a new hope
A new hope
A new hope
A new hope
I talked to your grave,
Holding a red, red rose.
A gust of icy wind
Whispers to me that you're gone ...
I have always asked the question: & quot; Why
Life is not fair? & Quot ;, but I
Never, never thought that
Underestimated their love for you.
I talked to your grave,
Holding a red, red rose.
A gust of icy wind
Whispers to me that you're gone ...
I have never been able to reach you
His unworthy hands, and I
Never, never thought I
I will ever beg
Give me a little more precious time ...
I talked to your grave,
Holding a red, red rose.
A gust of icy wind
Whispers to me that you're gone ...
I have spent a lifetime in trying to
Let you go,
However, it seems to me that another life I will
In search of a new hope.
I talked to your grave,
Holding a red, red rose.
A gust of icy wind
Whispers to me that you're gone ...
I have spent a lifetime in trying to
Let you go,
However, it seems to me that another life I will
In search of a new hope.
New hope
New hope
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