To get you I walk on the cinder path,
People lay flowers you lay the thorns,
My feet injured and in the eyes wrath
Over my love my luck bitterly mourns.
Let us prove love on this faithless earth,
Like Romeo and Juliet we are sincere
It is known to the home and the hearth,
The failing loves always are full of fear.
Sitting here I can your fickle mind touch?
Living with me you cannot touch my mind,
But you know just I do love you much,
Who moves you look my Rose behind?
Let me drink O Rose with your lovely lip
My heart dances with your dancing hip.