Papas Roses — текст песни (Pat Benatar)

I picked a rose this morning

And it was so fresh, it looked like it was crying

I thought how sad to be so beautiful

Only to wither and die

Like papas roses soft and pale

Like petals thrown in the dirt

Only silence is spoken here

All that grows here is hurt

And papas roses

Papa wasnt really a hardened man

He could be tender at times

I remember, it was like it holiday

When he was gentle and kind

He gave those roses his heart and soul

I wish hed saved some for me

It wouldve been such a simple thing,

For me to be, like papas roses



Like papas roses soft and pale

Like petals thrown in the dirt

Only silence is spoken here

All that grows here is hurt

And papas roses



Voices that whisper soft and low

Forever buried inside

Haunted by images dark and cold

Forever burned in your mind

But I dreamed I could fly away

Like an angel Id fly

To the places where I could forget

Forget that I was like papas roses



Like papas roses soft and pale

Like petals thrown in the dirt

Only silence is spoken here

All that grows here is hurt

And papas roses