Marta, Rambling rose of the wildwood Marta, with your fragrance divine Rosebud, of the days of my childhood Watched you bloom in the wild wood And I hoped you'd be mine Marta, though your eyes beam at twilight Sparkling like each dewdrop at dawn Marta, when I look for your love light I awake with a sigh And I find you are gone Marta, Rambling rose of the wildwood Marta, with your fragrance divine Rosebud of the days of my childhood Watched you bloom in the wildwood And I hoped you'd be mine Marta, now your eyes beam at twilight Sparkling like each dewdrop at dawn Marta, when I look for your love light I awake with a sigh, and I find you are goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
