TIMING
JF-Expert Member
- Apr 12, 2008
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Wakuu, yaani leo nimeamka na mood sijui tuiite melancholic au nini; i feel love, i want love, yet i hate it, i dislike na kadha wa kadha
Kuingia kwenye gari ndo balaa likaanza, kuweka tu CD at mziki unitwa the Rose.... balaa likaanza hapo... navusha tangu asubuhi hadi saa hii
I want love, I have love, I love... yet i dont think i want it,
is it confusion? stress? or what????
Just read the lyrics halafu uniambie unajisikiaje baada ya kusoma hizo verse... kupenda zaidi, kutopenda zaidi au mchanyato tu??
THE ROSE BY WESTLIFE
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
Kuingia kwenye gari ndo balaa likaanza, kuweka tu CD at mziki unitwa the Rose.... balaa likaanza hapo... navusha tangu asubuhi hadi saa hii
I want love, I have love, I love... yet i dont think i want it,
is it confusion? stress? or what????
Just read the lyrics halafu uniambie unajisikiaje baada ya kusoma hizo verse... kupenda zaidi, kutopenda zaidi au mchanyato tu??
THE ROSE BY WESTLIFE
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