Текст песни Sarah Brightman - The Last Rose Of Summer
Sarah Brightman - The Last Rose Of Summer слова песни
`Tis the last rose of summer,Left blooming alone;All her lovely companions are faded and gone;No flow`r of her kindred,No rosebud is nighTo reflect back her blushes,Or give sigh for sigh.I`ll not leave thee, thou lone one,To pine on the stem;since the lovely are sleeping,Go, sleep thou with them;Thus kindly I scatterThy leaves o`er the bedWhere thy mates of the gardenLie senseless and dead.So soon may I follow,When friendships decay,And from love`s shining circleThe gems drop away!When true hearts lie wither`d,And fond ones are flown,Oh! who would inhabitThis bleak world alone?