It was once a little rose leaf, and the rose that it grew on was red. Then she fell one day, for then the rose was dead. Then a eastern wind passed by, then she became happy. For the wind was a happy and blessed fire, which was on its way from south to north. He blew her ears full of beautiful words. Come, heart friend, said the wind, come, then she became happy. Piano solo She could not resist what he said. She gave him everything he asked for. He took her with him to a big city. Here we will live together, he said, and she said yes. But the wind was a faithless specimen, which just wanted to hover around in the shade. He blew her away, she fell into the dune. Then he drove away from the city, and she remained. Piano solo Piano solo And if you see a flower somewhere, among the rubble and dirt in our happy city, remember that once she was a beautiful rose leaf. She once loved a wind, and she became his. And the rose that she grew was dead, and the wind that she loved, he left. Every night she walks again in the room where I live. She is called the rose leaf, and her color is red.