When I'll go, who knows if it's gonna be like coming back home
After a journey, love, a wonderful where everything makes sense without having one
Where every breath tastes of fresh air, when I'll die and try to live again
I'll serve you as the window with roses
Like salad and pain, you won't notice me
Like the good in the world, you'll forget
When I die, I believe to live again
I'll serve you as the window with roses
Like salad and pain, you won't notice me
Like salad and pain, you won't notice me
Like the good in the world, you'll forget me
And when I die and try to live again
I'll serve you as the window with roses
When I die and try to live again

With roses
When I fly, who knows if it'll cost me
As for honey, if it comes inurday
Well it's already gone
Like celibate, you won't notice me
Like I didn't know what you were
Forget me
Forget me
Oh, forget me
Oh, forget me