*** Autor textu: Bone Orchard *** Autor hudby: Bone Orchard
She said that she would dance with me
if I brought her red roses
bud in all my garden
there is no red rose.
From her nest in the holm-oak tree
the nightingale heard him
she locked out through the leaves
and wondered.
No red rose in all my garden
he cried and his beautiful eyes
filled with tears
oh, on what little things
does the happiness depend.
And when the moon shone in heavens
the nightingale flew to the rose-tree
she set her breast against the thorn
and she sang all night long.
All night long she sang
with her breast against the thorn
and the cold crystal moon
leaned down and listened.
All night long she sang
and the thorn went deeper and deeper
into her breast and her life-blood
ebbed away from her.
I have read all
that the wise men have written
and all the secrets
of philosophy are mine
yet for want of a red rose
is my life made wreched.
And when the moon shone in heavens
the nightingale flew to the rose-tree
she set her breast against the thorn
and she sang all night long.
