Cathy's Floor - Coronatus

Smell the burning cinnamon

On Cathy’s floor when you return

Hear her dark voice, the gloom of dark voice

I know her house well, boy

For I lived there on

There on her floor beside her door

Living on Cathy’s, living on Cathy’s floor

You’re following roses, following roses

Roses

And the child beside her

Was singing «nana, nana»

When I was there, there on her floor

And Cathy had parties, boy

Was she laughing

I couldn’t help laughing

I laughed with her…

Living on Cathy’s, living on Cathy’s floor

You’re following roses, following roses

Roses, uuuh roses

Roses for my love

To hold her, to hold my treasure

Roses for my love

To hold her, to hold my treasure

Sometimes when I stayed awake

I thought I heard her at my door

I thought I felt her at my cheeks

Then I tried to speak to her

But always, but always, I scared myself

Waiting at her

Closed door

Living on Cathy’s, living on Cathy’s floor

You’re following roses, following roses

Roses, uuuh roses

Roses for my love

To hold her, to hold my treasure

Roses for my love

To hold her, to hold my treasure

Living on Cathy’s, living on Cathy’s floor

You’re following roses, following roses

Uuuh