A single rose blooms in the desert
against the perilous wind it still holds sway
surrounded by a chaotic landscape
Winds shake it, Time tries to conquer it
Beauty holds forever, ever young, ever flowing
The rose still holds
Against the illuminating sun
Against the pressing heat
Against the drought of which befalls it
A single rose blooms in the desert
She alone stands still, petals falling down
Why is she losing hope?
He comes to her
The man lifts the rose's chin
and kisses her softly on the lips
Rain begins to fall, Standing alone in the desert
He holds her tightly
She smiles in his deep embrace
The rose will stand alone no