Текст песни David Bowie - Pretty Pink Rose
David Bowie - Pretty Pink Rose слова песни
Shes just been to russia and theyre dying their facesTheyre dying over thereA pretty pink roseThat rnr lady takes a space-ship ride shes out of this worldA pretty pink roseAnd were living for you my love, were living for youAnd were dying for you my lovePretty pink roseShe tore down paris on the tall of thom paineBut the left wings broken the right insaneA pretty pink roseHave a nice day, its a killer, turn a cheekIts a christian codeA pretty pink roseAnd were living for you my love, were living for youAnd were dying for you my lovePretty pink roseShes the poor mans gold shes the anarchist crucibleFlying in the face of the despot cannibleShes a pretty pink roseNever let it rain, never let it rain on the heart of the pretty pink rosePretty pink roseAnd were living for you my love, were living for youAnd were dying for you my love, pretty pink roseGet me thru the pain, thru the pain of the thorn on the pretty pink roseNever let it rain, never rain never rain, the pretty pink roseTake me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart, of the pretty pink roseTake me to the heart, to the heart, to the heartTake me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart, of the pretty pink roseTake me to the heart, to the heart, to the heartTake me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart,, of the pretty pink roseTake me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart