Käännös: Ruusut ovat punaisia. Valkoinen ja kulta.
I'm dreaming of a white... White Christmas I'm dreaming of a white Christmas Just like the ones I used to know Where the treetops glisten and children
I am a ghost town man living in a blue desert, Eating sand beneath your girlfriend's skirt. I am a ghost town man living in a blue desert, Living like
: I'm dreaming of a white... White Christmas I'm dreaming of a white Christmas Just like the ones I used to know Where the treetops glisten and children
drops look like roses on white lace They won't wash away In my mind they're roses on white lace Straight from the heart Blood drops look like roses on white
hope And a dozen white roses A bouquet wrapped up in ribbons and bows Too little, too late, I suppose But he clings to the last ray of hope And a dozen white roses
rose Was sent from you Yellow roses The color of sunshine You loved me at one time Why did you have to go Yellow roses Are you sending your new love My bright yellow rose
I'm doing all I can to wait until I hear this straight from you Well I'm mixing colors, mixing signals, missing you I've tried a thousand times Breathe
any fool could see what?s true Roses are not red Roses are not red Roses are not red And I never loved you Roses are not red Roses are not red Roses
Well now Billy Voltaire was a piano player up from Miami way He used to play in the bars, he could sound like the stars Ladies would pay and pay, one
to bring the summer to my heart Till the white rose blooms again You must leave me, leave me lonely So goodbye my love, till then Till the white rose
es kommt der nächste Frühling und ich werde geh'n immer wieder sagen es war schön. Wenn in Petersburg die weißen Rosen blü
dear and I gave a white rose to you But then in the dawn dear the sun found you gone dear A white rose may crashed him to do His love was a rose cast
As you sit there in your easy chair Chasin' demons at a crawl Oh, no, don't go Down to the midnight motel Oh, no, so low Down to the Old Rose Motel
so i never said i never saw the blind man watching, me across the way this time, we never knew who he was be he sounds fine. watch me turn my belt to