Evening of roses Let's go out to the grove Myrrh, spices, and incense Are a carpet to walk on
The night comes slowly A breeze of roses blows Let me whisper a song to you quietly A song of love
At dawn, a dove is cooing Your hair is filled with dew Your lips to the morning are like a rose I'll pick it for myself.
The night comes slowly A breeze of roses blows Let me whisper a song to you quietly A song of loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
