The Roses cry, The dew has converted into tears You've gone from me, I've lost you The Roses cry. And my soul cries, Goes moaning with trimmed wings, You've gone from me, I've lost you My soul cries. Tears, that drown my heart Tears, words of the soul Tears, my mute language of love. The Roses cry, Because I can't be without you They cry jealous Cause you won't be with me And among other things I cry for you.