
Do not say it would be everything so senselessly
In this time of the cold, the devastations.
See the lonely rose bud in my garden blossoms
In spite of all the frost, the cold.
Life begins every day,
Develops slowly like the bud,
Opens carefully the delicate petals,
Ventures, strongly shines in all the greyness,
In this time of devastation.
Life begins every day.