"Oт розы увядшей остается лишь имя ее..."
razmishlenie o prochitanoy stroke napisanoy ne mnoy
Her name was Rosa
She was a woman
Of every mans desire
And a dream...
Her name was Rosa
Named after a flower
She bloomed like one
And quickly died like one...
Her name was Rosa
So who'll remember?
Her raven hair,
Her deep dark eyes?
Or what she did,
Or what she dreamed of
Or whom she sang
Her songs good night..
Her name was Rosa
She was a mother,
She was a daughter
And a wife..
Her name was Rosa,
And who’ll remember,?
And care to put some roses
When she is gone,
On the place
Were she will rest forever
Her body…
Her spirit rose above.
Her name was Rosa
Named after a flower
Her life has ended quickly as begun,
But Rosa’s name will always bloom,
In every garden…
And many Roses
Will always have a life.
09/07