Some say love it is a river that drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razon that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love it is a hunger an endless aching need
I say love it is a flower, and you its only seed
It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking that never takes a chance
It's the one who won't be taken who can not seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long
And you think that love is only for the lucky and 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
Nana Mouskouri
QUERIDA AMIGA BOM DIA, LINDO FESTIVAL DE ROSAS COLORIDAS, EU ADORO FLORES, FIQUEI FELIZ LOGO PELA MANHÃ VER TANTAS BELEZAS EM FORMA DE FLORES ´SÓ RESTA DE AGRADECER. UM ABRAÇO CARINHOSO, CELINA.
ResponderEliminarLindo, lindo, lindo!!!
ResponderEliminarParabéns pela sensibilidade...
Lindo dia pra você, Maria!!
Beijinhos!!♥
ResponderEliminarQuerida Maria
Adoro Nana Mouskouri. Não conhecia esta canção.
Obrigada.
Bj
Olinda
Minha querida
ResponderEliminarUm belo momento de paz e calma, adorei.
Um beijinho com carinho
Sonhadora
Beautiful, very beautiful...
ResponderEliminarAbraço, Maria.
Bela Canção...Espectacular....
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