In this garden of sorrow and pain
Beauty still blooms, to ease the strain
For each rose holds a story untold
Of a precious life wants to be unfold

And each of these flowers I could find
Keeps a special memory I left behind
Although death is meant to bring us strife
In every dead rose I see a new life

Dead dead roses
They’re calling me somewhere
Inside your withered garden
They’re calling me
They’re calling

Dead dead roses
Your voice is getting closer
I can't believe it's over
And calling you
I’m calling you

For many years I've been a hostage of mourning,
Hiding deep inside my thoughts
I haven't seen my own reflection
Since you were gone
… this cannot go on

Our garden’s lost along with our dreams
Fallen leaves, dead stems and thorns
Are the only ones will always remind me
That you are gone…
And everything is wrong

Dead dead roses
They’re calling me somewhere
Inside your withered garden
They’re calling me
They’re calling

Dead dead roses
Your voice is getting closer
I can't believe it's over
And calling you
I’m calling you

The scent of rose is so sweet and pure
Now it remains a faint memory to endure
The beauty of the rose is lost and gone
like a fleeting dream
Leaving behind a melancholy tone and desperate scream

Dead dead roses
They’re calling me somewhere
Inside your withered garden
They’re calling me
They’re calling

Dead dead roses
Your voice is getting closer
I can't believe it's over
And calling you
I’m calling you