I don't know if this is what you're talking about:
Ah, sunflowers
black
Sunflowers! You're tired of waiting,
You count the steps of the sun;
You long for a sweet golden residence,
As the way home for a lifetime journey.
Youth died there with longing,
The pale saint was wrapped in red makeup in the snow,
Rushing out of the grave,
My sunflower yearns for the place.