Black Rose Thorns

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(Introduction) The rose has grown today and its thorns have appeared. She forgot that a day will come when she will wither and die. Nothing will remain of her, neither taste nor color. (Verse 1) A rose has grown thorns, a rose that has begun to grow. A rose whose owner and lover couldn't throw you in the trash. They watered you and nurtured you until you grew in the wilderness. They didn't know that your roots were black. You were vibrant in color, you were illuminating the field. Who would have said that you would grow a wisdom tooth? Quickly, that stranger, without even getting stuck. You didn't consider your father, who raised you up, who would kill you. You didn't realize that you were the profit and the advantage. You were no longer content with the ground, you climbed to the mountain. Your scent spread and gave, and your beauty increased. Your beauty deceived you. You didn't want to live in modesty, you wanted to exploit it to bring in money in abundance. (Kolar) Tell me, is it hunger that has ruled you, or is the truth unheard? You've become one of those types, exposing your ribs, making your body a project, and today you weep tears of blood. You scattered the group that's gone, there's no return, oh rose. (Second verse) And today you've grown old, oh rose, you've become a bush. Should I add more to your beauty? You've become a whore, a stinking, rotten bucket. Whoever comes near you vomits. Don't tell me this path is for young people. I said the satisfactory thing is hard work. It's impossible to enter it. And don't say it's just adolescence. It's not just you who's come to want to live it happily and show off to your friends. You wore clothes that made your head spin, you ate shamefully, your older brother would have passed by with his head bowed, you ate shamefully, and you, with your cold blood, are still following the short ones. Who would have said you'd become an insult to your brothers? Because, oh rose, you have thorns, and the mind is preoccupied with your thorns. (Colour) Tell me, did hunger control you, or is the truth not being heard? You became one of those types, you exposed your ribs, you made your body a project, you scattered the group, and today you cry with tears, what's gone has no return, oh rose.