Текст песни BETTE MIDLER - The Rose
BETTE MIDLER - The Rose слова песни
Текст песни BETTE MIDLER - The Rose
Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reedSome say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleedSome say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching needI say love, it is a flower, and you, its only seedIts the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to danceIts the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance( )Its the one who won't be taken, the one who can't seem to giveAnd the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to liveWhen the night has been too lonely and the road has been too longAnd you think that love is only for the lucky and the strongJust remember that in the winter, far beneath the bitter snowLies the seed, that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose.