Joni Mitchell - Roses Blue - Текст песни

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 she's lately gotten to 
Gotten to, gotten to

She's gotten to mysterious devotions 
She's gotten to the zodiac and Zen 
She's gotten into tarot cards and potions 
She's 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 can't be friends 
Because of signs and seasons that don't suit her
She'll prophesy your death, she won't say when 
Won't say when, won't say when

When all the black cards come you cannot barter
No, when all your stars are stacked you cannot win
She'll 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 you're 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 she's lately gotten to 
Gotten to, gotten to

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