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where the wild roses grow

  

     ich weíß da slied issn bissl schräg...

     aba voll gaaaill....

    tatatata...kylie minogue un nick cave

    mit "where the wild roses grow"...

 

   they call me the wild rose,

   but my name wa selisa day...

   why they call me it I don`t know,

   for my name was elisa day...

 

   from the first day I saw

   I knew she wa sthe one...

   as she stared in my eyes and smiled...

   for her lips where the colour of the roses,

   that grew down the river ..

   all bloody and wild!

 

   when he knocked on my door,

   and entered the room...

   my trembling subsided in his sure embrance,

   he would be my first man,

   and with a careful hand...

   he wiped at the tears ...

   that ran down my face!!!

 

   they called me the wild rose,

   but my name was elisa day..

   why they called me it I donßt know,

   for my name was elisa day!

 

   on the second day I brought..

    her a flower..she was more..

   beautiful than any woman I´d seen,

   I said do you know ...

   where the wild roses grow?

   so sweet and scarlet and free...

 

   on the second day he came ...

   with a single red rose,

   said will you give me ...

   your loss and your sorrow!

   I nodded my head,

   as I lay on the bed....

   he said if I show the roses ..

   willl you follow???

 

    they called me the wild rose,

    but my name was elisa day!

    Why they called me it...

    I don´t know...

    for my name was elisa day...

 

    on the third day he took,

    me to the river!

    he showed me the roses...

    and we kissed!!!

     and the last thing i heard,

    was the muttered word,

    as he stood smiling...

    above me with a rock in his fist!

 

      On the last day I took her,

     where the wild roses grow!

       and she lay on the bank,

    the wind kight as a thief...

     as I kissed her goodbye

    I said all beauty must die..

    lent down and planted...

     a rose between her teeth!!!

 

      they called me the wild rose,

       but my name was elisa day...

     why they called me it...

     i don`t know....

      for my name was elisa day!!!      

  

 

24.8.06 22:31
 


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