wine and roses and you (The lonely night discloses) Just a passing breeze Filled with memories Of the golden smile That introduced me to The days of wine and roses
: 'Tis the last rose of summer left blooming alone All her lovely companions are faded and gone No flower of her kindred, no rosebud is nigh To reflect
fille aux grands yeux fletris Par le chagrin et la misere Elle aimait les fleurs, les roses surtout Et le cher bambin, le dimanche Lui apportait des roses
: We're walking in the air We're floating in the moonlit sky The people far below are sleeping as we fly We're holding very tight I'm riding in the
of love as time runs through my hand Sweet desert rose Each of her veils, a secret promise This desert flower No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this Sweet desert rose
, daughter of a royal line, He, no equal, but for them it mattered little for they were in love; Rose of England, sweet and fair, shining with the sun, Rose
mustn't be late I've never been late I've never really had the chance Years and years and not even wanting a second chance 'Look for a raincoat and a rose
Madonna delle Rose, quest'anima delusa non sogna che il celeste del suo viso. Le rose, come te le amava tanto la madonna mia. Le rose, che m'han
: Quand il me prend dans ses bras Il me parle tout bas Je vois la vie en rose Il me dit des mots d'amour Des mots de tous les jours Et ca m'fait
: [Music: Henriksson] [Words: Stanne] Fast fading roses Non-lingering words Scythe be my instrument Through dreams I now rage No guidance is me offered
lights And your city lights, all right I'm talkin' bout the Yankee Rose Your bright lights And your city lights, all right I'm in love with a Yankee Rose
: Parce qu'on ne changera jamais les roles, Si mon homme est une kalachnikov, je suis son epaule. Parce qu'on est fragile comme une rose, Complices
send her roses, send her roses everyday. If I don't go down another dirt road, I don't think it's gonna hurt my day. I'll send her roses, send her roses
portrait sans retouche De l'homme auquel j'appartiens (Refrain:) Quand il me prend dans ses bras, Il me parle tout bas Je vois la vie en rose, Il me
, Voila le portrait sans retouche De l'homme auquel j'appartiens Quand il me prend dans ses bras Il me parle tout bas, Je vois la vie en rose. Il me
fille aux grands yeux rougis, Par les chagrins et la misere Elle aimait les fleurs, les roses surtout, Et le cher bambin tous les dimanche Lui apportait de belles roses
der Nachtwind fort Und nieder sinkt die kalte Asche Auf nahen Wiesenboden Eine Rose wachst daraus So schwarz wie nur die Nacht Ein Kind pfluckt diese Rose
the gin I threw away your alibis And all your worn-out clothes I threw myself upon the floor But I couldn't throw away This poisoned rose This poisoned rose This poisoned rose