woman: 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
man: from the first day i saw her i knew she was the one
as she stared in my eyes and smiled
for her lips were the colors of the roses
that grew down the river, all bloody and wild
woman: when he knocked at my door and entered the room
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
man: on the second day i brought her a flower
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?"
woman: on the third day he took me to the river
he showed me the roses and we kissed
and the last thing i heard was a muttered word
as he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist
man: on the last day i took her where the wild roses grow
and she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
as i kissed her goodbye, i said "all beauty must die"
and lent down and plented a rose between her teeth.
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Эдакая романтичная красотуля
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обработка нравится
Цветовое решение интересно !
good...
дико красиво!
и по цветам =)
!
:)) красота
очень даже красиво и необычно !!!!
Люди находят красоту даже в посинении... в умирании... Замануха!
Ты всё можешь делать. Умничка какая!
картина получилась)) красивая
Необычно! Романтично! Красиво!
оччч хорошая!
bjork напомнило.
СУПЕР!
такие они замерзшие....несчастные))))
Цвета хорошие.... печальная картинка...
woman: 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
man: from the first day i saw her i knew she was the one
as she stared in my eyes and smiled
for her lips were the colors of the roses
that grew down the river, all bloody and wild
woman: when he knocked at my door and entered the room
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
man: on the second day i brought her a flower
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?"
woman: on the third day he took me to the river
he showed me the roses and we kissed
and the last thing i heard was a muttered word
as he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist
man: on the last day i took her where the wild roses grow
and she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
as i kissed her goodbye, i said "all beauty must die"
and lent down and plented a rose between her teeth.
Ух ты!!! Какое чудо!!! Очень красиво!!!
Очень интересно! Хорошее видение картины, неординарное! Нравится! Мощно сработано! :)
супер! хот!
Красиво.
Очень....................
потрясающе
malchiu malchiu)))
Красотища какая!
отлично!!
Очень симпотично, но цветки, на мой взгляд, конкурируют друг с другом.
цвета бесподобные! и какой-то привкус тлена...
чума!!! 5+++
Лаконично и красиво!!
ух ты молодец! здоровски!