Roses Blue — текст песни (Joni Mitchell)

I think of tears, I think of rain on shingles

I think of rain, I think of roses blue

I think of rose, my heart begins to tremble

To see the place shes lately gotten to

Gotten to, gotten to



Shes gotten to mysterious devotions

Shes gotten to the zodiac and zen

Shes gotten into tarot cards and potions

Shes laying her religion on her friends

On her friends, on her friends



Friends who come to ask her for their future

Friends who come to find they cant be friends

Because of signs and seasons that dont suit her

Shell prophesy your death, she wont say when

Wont say when, wont say when



When all the black cards come you cannot barter

No, when all your stars are stacked you cannot win

Shell shake her head and treat you like a martyr

It is her blackest spell she puts you in

Puts you in, puts you in



In sorrow she can lure you where she wants you

Inside your own self-pity there you swim

In sinking down to drown her voice still haunts you

And only with your laughter can you win

Can you win, can you win



You win the lasting laurels with your laughter

It reaches like an arm before you sink

To win the solitary truth youre after

You dare not ask the priestess how to think

How to think, how to think



I think of tears, I think of rain on shingles

I think of rain, I think of roses blue

I think of rose, my heart begins to tremble

To see the place shes lately gotten to

Gotten to, gotten to