Sumptuous red rose

I give you the most fragrant flower

A tender and red born

Completely airy pink type

Don't ever tell me it's not gooseberry.

That little flower that gives gooseberry

She is still incarnate and has the black

Be quiet, I'm not joking

Black magic is never discussed here.

That's why I have your heart

In my hand and I make the statement

From the widespread union of this overcoming.

The most luxurious thing is to have a red rose

Marking the beats in every kiss

Just the two of us without anyone finding out.