(Nick Cave) They call me The Wild Rose From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one When he knocked on my door and entered the room They call me The Wild Rose On the second day I brought her a flower On the second day he came with a single red rose They call me The Wild Rose On the third day he took me to the river On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
She stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?"
Said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow"
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
He said, "If I show you the roses, will you follow?"
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he knelt (stood smiling) above me with a rock in his fist
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die"
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
Fica a matar o vermelho sobre o preto neste "...wild roses".
as cores k melhor combinam na minha opinião sao o preto e o vermelho.
mas ando aki um coxe atrofiado com as cores do título... se alguem tiver uma ideia agradecia :) tks