At night a blue rose must weep
So as the sun has to leap
From this day on l’ll be true
Until the day l’m laid in dew
It shares a thought o sadness
Not even a peak of happiness
Twas there a death at dawn
A mournful crying at morn
A sign of death, a sign of blood
A continent struck by a flood
The mighty lion sends a roar
A call l’ll hear no more
A wolfs cry at the death of night
A war, a living fight
The moon kills the sun at night
And it hides away of fright
The wind blows it all away
Death is a game we can not play
Or the day will grow grey
A blue rose symbolizes all
For one day my country will all
And birds will never call
A blue rose will always stand
For our nation will never stand hand in hand
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