The Rose 1 Room

The Rose
By " Amanda McBroom "
Adattamento per
Great Highland Bagpipe
La Rosa "Amanda McBroom"
“Alcuni dicono che l’amore sia un fiume
che annega il tenero giunco.
Alcuni dicono che l’amore sia un rasoio
Che lascia sanguinare la tua anima.
Alcuni dicono che l’amore sia una fame
Un bisogno incessante che fa male.
Io dico che l’amore è un fiore
E tu sei il suo unico seme.
È il cuore che ha paura di spezzarsi
Che non impara mai a ballare.
È il sogno che ha paura di svegliarsi
Che non coglie mai l’occasione.
È colui che non si fa conquistare,
Che sembra non poter dare,
E l’anima che ha paura di morire
Non impara mai a vivere.
Quando la notte è stata troppo solitaria
E la strada è stata troppo lunga,
E tu pensi che l’amore sia solo
Per i fortunati e i forti,
ricorda solo che in inverno
sotto le nevi amare
si trova il seme che con l’amore del sole
in primavera diventa la rosa”.
The Rose Amanda McBroom
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
It's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
Who cannot 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 in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed that with the sun's love
In the spring becomes the rose

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The Rose Amanda McBroom
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
It's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
Who cannot 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 in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed that with the sun's love
In the spring becomes the rose

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