La Rose Et L'armure

Following the long metamorphosis that takes me away from my past
I came across a rose that couldn't move forward
Not that she didn't dare to do it, but she had never thought about it
Always holding a pose when the looks splashed him
She has the color of love although I have never met her
Although in the light of day the flowers are all beautiful to die for
So I paused the road, sat down next to him
Since this rose seemed gloomy to be alone, at the end of the day

My rose, my rose, my rose, my rose
Listen to my whispers
My rose, my rose, my rose, my rose
You can be sure
That you will never be alone again
To cross the walls
There is room on my shoulder for a rose and its armor

Following the course of the sun with our tired eyes
We told each other our wonders and our irrigated sadnesses
We didn't have much to do so we lay down
With my rose I waged war on my desire to travel
But in the morning the road calls, so I suggested to him
If she dared to do me the honor of walking alongside me
Even though your armor is too heavy, although it has always protected you
Know that life is deaf when it is not supposed to hurt us

My rose, my rose, my rose, my rose
Listen to my whispers
My rose, my rose, my rose, my rose
You can be sure
That you will never be alone again
To cross the walls
There is room on my shoulder for a rose and its armor

Crossing all the noise of the world with my flower by my side
Nourishing myself every second with its sweetness and beauty
I came across a filthy stream that thought it was a good idea to reflect
The image of a monster with deep wounds
Of a sad and damaged warrior

How, my rose, can you suffer such an insult to your splendor?
And how can I manage to forget what the mistake was?
To tear you away from your garden because of an emptiness in my heart?
But she stops me and then kisses me
My rose laughs and I cry

My rose, my rose, my rose, my rose
Listen to my whispers
My rose, my rose, my rose, my rose
Now I am sure
That I will never be alone again
To cross the walls
There is room on my shoulder for a rose and its armor

My rose, my rose, my rose, my rose
How hard it can be
My rose, my rose, my rose, my rose
Since my life lasts
I had never had anyone
To heal my wounds
Until one day a rose comes to rest
On my armor