Night after night I sung of him The stars have heard of his story Of his hair is so dark and face so pale At least, a true lover I find in him He is weeping for a red rose I am the nightingale Give me a red rose and I will sing my sweetest song I am the nightingale And I will end his sorrow Finelly a tree shook its head Dear nightingale, my roses are so red But the winter has chilled my veins It is terrible but there is a way A red rose is what you want So you must paint it in your own heart's blood Give me a red rose and I will sing my sweetest song I am the nightingale And I will end his sorrow Well, death is a great price for a rose And life is so dear to all But love is perfected by death This love will survive all the rest A red rose is what he wants I must paint it in my own hearts blood Give me a red rose and I will sing you my last song For I am the nightingale I'll end the student's sorrow I feel the thorn inside me It's piercing my heart But what is the heart of a bird Compared to the heart of a man? I feel it inside me I'm loosing my life (mind) But what is the heart of a bird Compared to the heart of a man?