Black roses are thrown to your door,
And the stranger is looking for you.
Coldness of yours is alive, and
The stranger is meant never to go.
Two steps from the windows,
Two steps from the doors,
The road is open, but
Forever brings back the remorse.
Without storms and evil
You are walking the road of your life,
And I hear the stranger who’s calling,
The stranger who may never die.
And I see...
Every step you are making
Every step is a one more mistake.
Why did you never
Look back at the time?
Why do you follow the stranger?
Why are you breaking
Yourself and your life?
Black roses are still at your doors,
And the stranger may haunt you.
But make the choice
You are breathing within.
Don’t let the stranger manage