The rose is red and the rose is flame,
It is the meadows’ master work of art
But when my loves walk out on me,
It blows a kiss to my overcast heart.
Life looks blue and life looks gray,
Yet sometimes sea, sometimes bay
I burn with love, it seethes mauve
And bleeds, I am an orphan of love…
It is the meadows’ master work of art
But when my loves walk out on me,
It blows a kiss to my overcast heart.
Life looks blue and life looks gray,
Yet sometimes sea, sometimes bay
I burn with love, it seethes mauve
And bleeds, I am an orphan of love…
Hagop Jelelian
Athens, 20/26-08-11
Translated by Tatul Sonentz
