The Rose de Bette Middler

Je connais cette chanson depuis toujours. A chaque fois que je l'écoute, le temps s'arrête. Je prends mon paquet de mouchoir, et je chiale. Elle me prends là, tout au fond. Elle est tellement belle. Elle est si puissante. Une belle chanson d'amour.

En voici les paroles.

The Rose - Bette Midler

Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed.

Some say love, it is a razor 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 - it's only seed.

It's the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance.

It's the dream, afraid of waking, that never takes the chance.

It's the one, who won't be taken, who cannot 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,

That 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.

Merci à toi l'Âne de me l'avoir mise.