Blue Rose

If you’d blow my seed off the field,
And let me change your destiny,
Luckily stumble you might feel,
The scent of a new reality.

But if you don’t fit into blue,
There’s no way I’ll change my shade for you.
Blue is pure immaterial too,
The color of haven above you.

A rose is still a rose,
Even a blue rose.
A rose is still rose,
I’m in a blue mood.

Un parfum nouveau dans le vent,
Ce répand dans le bleu des champs.
Puisse son ârome changer ta vie,
Enhivrer ton âme de paradis.

Et si tu ne te complais en bleu,
La couleur pourtant des cieux.
Si sa pureté t’éblouit,
Plonge à jamais dans l’oubli.

A rose is still a rose,
Even a blue rose, who gets in a pose.
A rose is still rose,
I’m in a blue mood, I pose as a nude.

If you get every petal out of me,
You’ll see I’m naked as can be.
So get every petal out of me,
To see I’m naked as can be.
Naked as can be.

A rose is still a rose,
Even a blue rose, who gets in a pose.
A rose is still rose,
I’m in a blue mood, I pose as a nude.