Evening of roses
Let's go out to the grove
Myrrh, spices, and incense

Are a carpet to walk on

The night comes slowly

A breeze of roses blows
Let me whisper a song to you quietly
A song of love


At dawn, a dove is cooing
Your hair is filled with dew

Your lips to the morning are like a rose
I'll pick it for myself.


The night comes slowly
A breeze of roses blows
Let me whisper a song to you quietly

A song of love