Two roses on your grave, my dear friend,
Will stay forever black.
My road with you has ended
And now I'm going back.

I never felt so empty,
But free in the same time.
You were before your twenties.
Few months before you died,

I met some pretty, little girl
She gave me rose and then,
She took with her my soul,
If you believe she can.

And now my dear friend,
The roses start to cry
I will be happy untill the end,
At least I'll mean to try.