INT NORD UCH
The most beautiful rose of all
has passed away....
An old heart is resting in peace
But in my mind she will allways bloom
and that way
my beautiful Rose will never ever die.
Den vakreste rosen har reist
langt av sted
Et godt hjerte og et herlig sinn hviler nå
Men i tankene blomstrer hun i all sin prakt og
trøster oss med det; at denne vakre Rose vil aldri
visne ned ....
"The Rose" by 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 wont be taken Who cannot seem to give And the soul afraid of dyin' 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 snow Lies the seed, that with the sun's love In the spring, becomes the rose