My love ,
In the water fountain , my love,
Where the wind took them , my love,
Fallen in the evening , they swim now
Rose petals .
My love ,
And the walls crack , my love,
The sun, the wind , from the rain ,
And from the years that have passed since then ,
Since that May morning , as they came
And suddenly a song written
On the walls , sharp knife
Such strange words ...
My love ,
Rosebush grows , my love
On the wall, and hugs , my love,
Carved their names , and every summer
Red roses are lovely.
My love ,
Fountains dry , my love,
The sun, the wind plains
And from the years that have passed since then ,
Since that May morning , as they came
With a flower on the heart, with bare feet ,
Their steps were slow and his eyes shone
Strange smile ...
And on the wall when down evening
As if visible bloodstains
But it only rose ...
Aranjuez, my love ...
