Текст (слова) песни: Sarah Brightman - The Last Rose Of Summer
`Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions are faded and gone; No flow`r of her kindred, No rosebud is nigh To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh.
I`ll not leave thee, thou lone one, To pine on the stem; since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o`er the bed Where thy mates of the garden Lie senseless and dead. So soon may I follow, When friendships decay, And from love`s shining circle The gems drop away! When true hearts lie wither`d, And fond ones are flown, Oh! who would inhabit This bleak world alone?
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