| Song | Romance |
| Artist | Marc Almond |
| Album | Heart of Snow |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| My days are quickly disappearing | |
| But the pain's always the same | |
| As if the roses are decaying | |
| And the nightingales are dying | |
| The love has kept my life in order | |
| Feels so wasteful too | |
| From your skin as soft as satin | |
| From your skin soft as satin | |
| Poisoned blood is running out of you | |
| Poisoned blood is running out of you | |
| If the reason I am living | |
| Is because of a dream | |
| Like blind children we'll be climbing | |
| Up the mountain to the sky | |
| And there we'll find the dreamland | |
| Of the whitest clouds | |
| We'll be looking for dead roses | |
| We'll be looking for dead roses | |
| Listen to dead nightingales | |
| Odnoobraznye mel'kayut (Однообразные мелькают) | |
| Vsyo s toy zhe bol'yu dni moyi (Все с той же болью дни мои,) | |
| Kak budto rozy opadayut (Как будто розы опадают) | |
| I umirayut solovyi (И умирают соловьи.) | |
| No i ona pechal'na tozhe (Но и она печальна тоже,) | |
| Mne prikazavshaya lyubov' (Мне приказавшая любовь,) | |
| I pod yeyo atlasnoy kozhey (И под ее атласной кожей) | |
| Bezhit otravlennaya krov' (Бежит отравленная кровь.) |
| My days are quickly disappearing | |
| But the pain' s always the same | |
| As if the roses are decaying | |
| And the nightingales are dying | |
| The love has kept my life in order | |
| Feels so wasteful too | |
| From your skin as soft as satin | |
| From your skin soft as satin | |
| Poisoned blood is running out of you | |
| Poisoned blood is running out of you | |
| If the reason I am living | |
| Is because of a dream | |
| Like blind children we' ll be climbing | |
| Up the mountain to the sky | |
| And there we' ll find the dreamland | |
| Of the whitest clouds | |
| We' ll be looking for dead roses | |
| We' ll be looking for dead roses | |
| Listen to dead nightingales | |
| Odnoobraznye mel' kayut | |
| Vsyo s toy zhe bol' yu dni moyi , | |
| Kak budto rozy opadayut | |
| I umirayut solovyi . | |
| No i ona pechal' na tozhe , | |
| Mne prikazavshaya lyubov' , | |
| I pod yeyo atlasnoy kozhey | |
| Bezhit otravlennaya krov' . |
| My days are quickly disappearing | |
| But the pain' s always the same | |
| As if the roses are decaying | |
| And the nightingales are dying | |
| The love has kept my life in order | |
| Feels so wasteful too | |
| From your skin as soft as satin | |
| From your skin soft as satin | |
| Poisoned blood is running out of you | |
| Poisoned blood is running out of you | |
| If the reason I am living | |
| Is because of a dream | |
| Like blind children we' ll be climbing | |
| Up the mountain to the sky | |
| And there we' ll find the dreamland | |
| Of the whitest clouds | |
| We' ll be looking for dead roses | |
| We' ll be looking for dead roses | |
| Listen to dead nightingales | |
| Odnoobraznye mel' kayut | |
| Vsyo s toy zhe bol' yu dni moyi , | |
| Kak budto rozy opadayut | |
| I umirayut solovyi . | |
| No i ona pechal' na tozhe , | |
| Mne prikazavshaya lyubov' , | |
| I pod yeyo atlasnoy kozhey | |
| Bezhit otravlennaya krov' . |