Hoy regalo amor…

THE ROSE (por Nana Mouskouri)

“Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is razor that leaves your soul to bleed

Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need

I say love, it is a flower & you its only seed
It’s the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance

Its the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance
It’s the one who won’t be taken, who cannot seem to give

And the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely & the road has been too long

And you think that love is only for the lucky & the strong
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows

Lies the seed that with the sun’s love in the spring becomes the rose”

PD: Es cierto, pero no a todo el mundo.

PD bis: Sí, yo tampoco tengo idea profunda acerca del significado de la letra, pero me hago una idea de por dónde van los tiros…