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.