Texty:
Rosaline Roses

Take this rose warped sky, pour gasoline on my singed skin. You set the gardens ablaze, to dust. You've set the gardens ablaze. We're at fault by design

dawn comes stealin' them away The fruit of the wild rose Hangs here with summer gone Voluptuous crimson As the days become colder The fruit of the wild rose

see the star of gold in the heart of the climbing rose Lover lift me up... High enough... To see the star of gold in the heart of the climbing rose

Preklad: Marillion. Ovocie Divoká ruža.

Till dawn comes stealin' them away.. The fruit of the wild rose Hangs here with summer gone Voluptuous crimson As the days become colder The fruit of the wild rose

dawn comes stealin' them away.. The fruit of the wild rose Hangs here with summer gone Voluptuous crimson As the days become colder The fruit of the wild rose