Well I woke up in that horrible red room, in that horrible town
Men, they run in circles up and down to find the ruin where the rose tree blooms
Attracted by the peculiar aroma, between addiction and vice,
I got inside to be the best of your patients, to say I'm not another one of those guys
It's not the first time I fall in love pretending to know where you came from
It's not the first time that you close your door pretending not to hear that I am in love.
Now I am back, in this reed room, in this horrible room, and been spinning all around again to find the ruin where the rose tree blooms.
It's not the first time I fall in love pretending to know where you came from
It's not the first time that you close your door pretending not to hear that I am in love.
It's not the first time I fall in love pretending to know where you came from
It's not the first time that you close your door pretending not to hear that I am in love.