Rosa

Rosa, the distance has been met Now I can see what you have left And still, the fields singe in the summer's night The clouds, they ride upon the Sirocco, oh But your mother's tears long dried away Rosa, I ask yet most want to forget Was it all worth it? And did your heart break? oh As if it was your choice to make And your childrens' tears long dried away Oh Rosa, these arid hills call all our names They say, "Vieni, vieni" oh After the warm winds comes the rain And what dies must bloom again What dies must bloom again Rosa, now I can see what you have left