Текст песни Pat Benatar - Papa`s Roses
Pat Benatar - Papa`s Roses слова песни
I picked a rose this morningAnd it was so fresh, it looked like it was cryingI thought how sad to be so beautifulOnly to wither and dieLike Papa`s Roses soft and paleLike petals thrown in the dirtOnly silence is spoken hereAll that grows here is hurtAnd Papa`s RosesPapa wasn`t really a hardened manHe could be tender at timesI remember, it was like it holidayWhen he was gentle and kindHe gave those roses his heart and soulI wish he`d saved some for meIt would`ve been such a simple thing,For me to be, like Papa`s RosesLike Papa`s Roses soft and paleLike petals thrown in the dirtOnly silence is spoken hereAll that grows here is hurtAnd Papa`s RosesVoices that whisper soft and lowForever buried insideHaunted by images dark and coldForever burned in your mindBut I dreamed I could fly awayLike an angel I`d flyTo the places where I could forgetForget that I was like Papa`s RosesLike Papa`s Roses soft and paleLike petals thrown in the dirtOnly silence is spoken hereAll that grows here is hurtAnd Papa`s Roses