[Verse 1]
Talk to me, child of islands
With your gull's wide-open stare
And the colder wind that ruffles up your hair
Talk to me

[Verse 2]
I was free, free and aimless
I was floating like a cloud
Like a message tossed in the ebb-tide of the crowd
Lost at sea
That was me

[Chorus]
And you gave me the blood-red roses
That grow where the lonely meet
And I carried the dying roses
That smelt so sweet
So sharp and sweet
And you gave me the blood-red roses
That grow where the lonely meet
And I carriеd the dying roses
That smelt so sweet
So sharp and sweet