Spanish Harlem — текст песни (Bruce Springsteen)

There is a rose in spanish harlem

A rose that grows in spanish harlem

Its never seen the sun

It only comes up when the moon is on the run

And all the stars are leaving

Well, it grows right in the street

Up between the concrete

But soft and sweet, and (breathing? ? )



There is a rose in spanish harlem

A rose that grows in spanish harlem

Oh, with eyes as black as coal

That reach down in my soul

And start a fire I cant control

I beg your pardon

Well, I want to pick that rose

And watch her as she grows

In my garden



There is a rose in spanish harlem

There is a rose in spanish harlem