I had my red lily
Well decorated
With a little white rose
Very apparent
Very apparent
But summer came in
And it withered
That's why I live crying
My bad luck
My bad luck
My red lily withered
And it was because of the summer
That's why I'm heartbroken
Seeing that he left me so alone
So pretty white and blonde
As he was born
Adorned with roses
And little jasmines
But Summer came in
And withered it
That's why I live crying
When I saw myself alone
My pretty lily withered
And my white rose
I will have to endure martyrdom
And terrible things
My red lily withered
And it was because of the summer
That is why I am heartbroken
Seeing that he left me alone