A girl saw a rose, blooming in the bright heights. She asked her lover if he would fetch it for her.
she wants it, that's fine; so it was and so it always will be; she wants it, she wants it, it's tradition- whatever she wants she gets.
You have to dig deep wells if you want clear water. rose red, rose red, deep water isn't still.
The young man climbs the mountain in agony, the view means nothing to him. All he cares about is the rose to bring to his beloved.
A stone breaks beneath his boots, he's no longer on the cliff. A scream tells everyone below, they are falling to the ground.