White rose today I give you,
I already stopped even hoping.
It is not red as the flower of Love,
but is a symbol of our separation.
Beautiful flower and I could just leave
to forget about you like you did not even turn around.
Maybe with another you somewhere now,
the woman does not remain alone for a long time.
Where did you go, Where is Love,
only promises made into sadness.
He took off and threw his mask now,
the other things are very important to you.
I am not rich, I am an ordinary person,
with the values of the last century.
Rich is my heart only,
with the faith pure, the heart of a child!
He walks forward and will not turn,
nothing of the past can return.
Life goes on, the truth is,
I will look for a new reality, decent woman!
And the White Rose threw you into the mud!
Goodbye and Kisses ...