Žodžiai dainai: Frank Sinatra. Fable of The Rose.

Starry night, this is the fable of the rose
The rose I gave my love
So young and tender, so in bloom
Filled with a faint perfume
Is lying crushed and faded in a room

Starry night, this is the fable of the rose
The rose I gave my love
Beyond all dreams of her caress
I may as well confess
She only loved me slightly maybe less

Yet her smile so strangely haunts me
All the thrill of it taunts me
And so it goes, the fable of the rose