[0:14]Rose, everyone knows, that everything goes, before the end. Rose, before the doors closed, remember all those, who didn't pretend. They were laughing, when you were crying, when you were singing, making you small. And they were blind, when you were dancing, when you were running against the wall. Rose, stop dreaming of shows, where the audience follows, screaming your name. Rose, take up your clothes. The scores you composed, they've stuck in our brains. In your bedroom, over your nightstand, next to your cell phone you are expecting to read. To inform you, for your glory, for the arena, that you were going to save.
[2:45]This smoky cloud it brings a heavy rain, turn your face to it and blossom again. This smoky cloud it brings a heavy rain, turn your face to it and blossom again. This smoky cloud it brings a heavy rain, turn your face to it and blossom again. This smoky cloud it brings a heavy rain, turn your face to it and blossom again.
[3:36]And blossom again.
[3:41]And blossom again.
[3:47]And blossom again.
[3:53]And blossom again.
