The Rose- Bette Midler
îò ôèëìà "Ðîçàòà" çà Äæ. Äæîïëèí- è ïî ñëó÷àé äíåøíèÿ é ðîæäèí äåí :)))
À êàçâàò, ëþáîâòà ðåêà å,
óäàâèëà íàé- íåæíèòå òðúñòèêè.
À êàçâàò, êàòî ñ íîæ äúëáàå
äóøàòà òè, äîêàòî êðúâ çàáëèêà.
Çà íÿêîè å è ãëàä, è æàæäà,
ìú÷èòåëíî áëÿíóâàíå, êîïíåæ,
àç êàçâàì- öâåòå å, êîåòî ðàæäà
âúâ òåáå ñåìåíàòà ñè, à òè ðàñòåø.
Òÿ å ñúðöå îò ñòðàõ ñêîâàíî,
êîåòî íÿìà êàê äà ïîëåòè.
Ìå÷òà å, îò ñúíÿ ñè èçòúêàíà,
íå ñå ñúáóæäà è íå ñìåå äà òâîðè.
È òîçè, êîéòî íèêîãà íå âçåìà,
íå äàâà íèùî, ñåáå ñè ñêúïè-
äóøà îò ñìúðòåí ñòðàõ îïóñòîøåíà,
êîÿòî íèêîãà íå ùå ñå ñúæèâè.
Àêî íîùòà å òúé ñàìîòíà è ïúòÿò äúëúã è óíèë,
è ìèñëèø, ëþáîâòà å ñàìî ãîñò íà
ñèëíèòå è ëåêîâåðíèòå äóøè-
ñïîìíè ñè êàê âúâ çèìíàòà óãðîçà,
ïîãðåáàíî ïîä òúæåí, ëåïêàâ ñíÿã
ñïè ñåìåíöå, êîåòî ñ îáè÷òà ñè
ùå ñòîðè ðîçà ñëúíöåòî íàïðîëåò ïàê.
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The rose
Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower, and you, it's only seed
Its the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance
Its 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 give
And the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong
Just remember that in the winter, far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose