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Tuesday, April 17, 2007 - ore 13:47
Where the wild roses grow...
(categoria: " Musica e Canzoni ")
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
As she stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
They grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped the tears that ran down my face
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I’d seen
I said, ’Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?’
On the second day he came with a single rose
Said: ’Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?’
I nodded my head, as I layed on the bed
He said, ’If I show you the roses will you follow?’
On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I kissed her goodbye, I said, ’All beauty must die’
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
“E quando non verrà mattina
resterò accanto a te
E quando il buio si avvicina
Se succede pensa a me
E mi ritrovo a non capire
Mentre il giorno muore
Ed ogni notte era amore
Ed ogni giorno era un errore… Stringi le mie mani come per l’ultima volta
E dopo guardami negli occhi come fosse un anno fa
E domani so che sarò troppo solo
MA DILLO ADESSO COSA PENSI
Salutandoti affogo…”
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