on your withers The wind in your mane Could never prepare you For what lied ahead The run for the roses so red And it's run for the roses As fast as
on your withers The wind in your mane Could never prepare you For what lies ahead The run for the roses so red -- And it's run for the roses As fast
ترجمه: Fogelberg ، دن. برای اجرای گل سرخ.
