Tucked away, they've been dancing through time
Played their games, sang their songs

Growing up in their frail and secret world
Hide and seek in the garden full of dreams

Lilies of the valley in the sun
Sour taste of cherries as they, barefoot, run

Two roses they were called
Plain and simple, never flawed
Two roses, lowland's pride
Now they sleep, side by side

Wind from the north, he's a soldier. He won't cry
With the sound of bell, wind will sing a lullaby

Tell me, please, where do all the white roses go?
Could sands of time be slowed down?
They could live... They should live to see

Their own children playing in the yard
While the winter paints silver stars on the glass