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THREE ROSES by Pino Cariati I see three roses hanging from a vine I don't know which is the first that will be mine I don't know which is the first that will be mine People are saying: if You take the first Soon You will get both the second and the third Suddenly You’ll get both the second and the third The oldest that of the ocean has the keys Rules all the ships sailing on the seven seas She guides the ships sailing on the seven seas The smallest knows how to play your day The middlest knows how to swindle out your way Pay close attention from the first to last Because on these flowers, best You have no trust Because on these flowers, best You have no trust ‘cause behind their beauty ‘n captivating forms They’re prompt to kiss You and stab You with their thorns They’re prompt to love You and kiss You with their thorns The youngest waits spinning out your lot The middlest weaves all your life inside her plot Knot after knot She wraps you inside her plot The oldest forsakes You on a little yawl Lost in the ocean She blows to sail your soul Through a tempest storm that puts anguish in your soul I see three roses hanging from a vine One after one all these flowers must be mine I have to force all these mysteries to be mine Because I know whether I'll sail or walk I’ll find a light that will lead me to the port Anyway I’ll find my peace in the brightness of a port. |
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