The Nightingale And The Rose

Night after night I sung of him
The stars have heard of his story
Of his hair is so dark and face so pale
At least, a true lover I find in him

He is weeping for a red rose
I am the nightingale

Give me a red rose and I will sing my sweetest song
I am the nightingale
And I will end his sorrow

Finelly a tree shook its head
Dear nightingale, my roses are so red
But the winter has chilled my veins
It is terrible but there is a way

A red rose is what you want
So you must paint it in your own heart's blood

Give me a red rose and I will sing my sweetest song
I am the nightingale
And I will end his sorrow

Well, death is a great price for a rose
And life is so dear to all
But love is perfected by death
This love will survive all the rest

A red rose is what he wants
I must paint it in my own hearts blood

Give me a red rose and I will sing you my last song
For I am the nightingale
I'll end the student's sorrow

I feel the thorn inside me
It's piercing my heart
But what is the heart of a bird
Compared to the heart of a man?

I feel it inside me
I'm loosing my life (mind)
But what is the heart of a bird
Compared to the heart of a man?