Оригинален текст
Give me a poem that day
was nothing left to say
As we go round and round
We go round and round
Flowers are all dead
Bleeding hard and head
As we go round and round
We go round and round
Again
I tried to be a friend
Spoiled it in the end
As we go round and round
We go round and round
Flowers are all dead
Bleeding hard and head
As we go round and round
We go round and round
Again