Once upon a time, there lived an artist,
A house he had and canvases.
He felled in love with an actress,
The one who loved flowers.

He then sold his house,
Sold his paintings and shelter.
And for all those money he bought,
A entire sea of flowers.

Millions of scarlet roses,
Through the window you can see.
Whoever’s in love with you seriously,
Will turn his life, for you, into flowers.

In the morning, in front of the window
Maybe you would be out of mind.
Like the continuation of a dream,
The square is full of flowers.

The heart freezes,
What’s a rich man fooling around here?
Whereas beyond the window,
Barely is standing the poor artist.

The meeting was short,
That night, a train took her away.
But in her life from then there is,
A song called: “The mad rose”.

The artist lived alone,
Lots of trouble he’d gone through.
But in his life there’d been,
A whole square full of flowers.