'Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone. All her lovely companions Are faded and gone. No flow'r of her kindred, No rosebud is nigh, To reflect
De avondzon valt over straten en pleinen De gouden zon zakt in de stad En mensen die moe in hun huizen verdwijnen Ze hebben de dag weer gehad. De neonreclame
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
