The Rose - Bette Midler

Inceputul...



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 its 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,
and 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...

Pentru a defini dragostea nu ai nevoie de cuvinte, insa ochii oamenilor au uitat sa deschida cartea sufletului si sa citeasca de acolo, rand cu rand, trecutul, prezentul si viitorul...

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

Numai frica ne face slabi si ne arunca, zi de zi, ca pe o coaja de nuca, de colo-colo. Pune punct fricii! Nu te lasa condus de ea! Ai curaj! Musca din viata ca dintr-o para aurie si parfumata! Nu trebuie sa-ti pese daca te va stropi cu siropul ei. E dulce...

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

Cand oamenii se vor opri din visare, va muri totul in jurul lor. Visul este forma suprema de curaj, in care iti poti infrunta temerile, le poti face fatza. Poti descoperi lucruri noi. Nu-ti refuza evolutia...

And [is] the soul afraid of dying
that never learns to live?

Versurile astea spun tot... Inchide ochii si accepta adevarul. Invata sa nu mai fugi de tine si de ceea ce simti. Tot ce simti te face deosebit, mai bogat, mai implinit, mai fericit. In DEX, fericirea are o explicatie generica... Dar fiecare dintre noi o traieste nuantat, nu purtam o "uniforma" a fericirii. Uneori, eu nu port nimic cu mine, decat o picatura de parfum si o muzica buna. Hainele, banii, certurile, frecusurile zilnice, partenerii posesivi, colegii/prietenii ciufuti sunt accesorii ale unei lumi pe care o negi cu toata fiinta, atunci cand stii sa fii fericit... ca esti tu, ca existi.

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...