To the man who sent me some roses

Und noch was altes.


One day you left me a flower
On the mat in front of my door.
I picked it up and wondered:
Did this ever happen before?

It was a beautiful rose.
I put it into a golden vase.
And with a magic glance
It was shining red for days.

One evening – a knock at the door.
Shortly before it‘s beauty was gone.
Again a rose, who put it there?
I looked around - there was noone.

This next rose was even more beautiful.
It gave me a feeling of shiver.
And I asked myself one more time:
Who is this mysterious giver?

And so it went week after week,
Rose after rose, day after day.
I wish I could thank you for them all,
I’d love to meet you someday.

Take this poem as an invitation
To stay once you knocked on my door.
Because it would break my heart in two
To find another red rose on the floor.

Nope, das war noch aus der Zeit wo ich Liedertexte schreiben wollte und herumexperimentiert hab.

So wirklich toll sind die Englischen nicht, da gfallma meine anderen besser, aber der Abwechslung wegen...

mich sprechen sie eigentlich nicht wirklich an, aber das englisch klingt jedenfalls ziemlich rund und natürlich. kompliment!