Oh, my love....

[When Black Roses Bloom]

8umaste mia diafhmhsh gia Whiskey, pou eixe auto to poihmataki?

Oh, my love is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June
Oh, my love is like a melody
That's sweetly played in tune
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till all the seas gang dry.
Till all the seas gang dry, my dear,
Till all the seas gang dry
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till all the seas gang dry.
'Til all the seas gang dry my, my dear
And the rocks melt with the sun
And I will love thee still, my dear
While the sands of life shall run
But faretheewell, my only love
Oh, faretheewell a while
And I will come again, my love
Tho' 't were ten thousand mile
Tho' 't were ten thousand mile, my love
Tho' 't were ten thousand mile
And I will come again, my love
Tho' 't were ten thousand mile.


8umaste poios to exei grapsei?

[Amnesiac.]

o Famous Grouse.

[When Black Roses Bloom]

Mpa? Ksereis kai apo λιτρατσουρ? :twisted:

[Ingolemo]

Mpa? Ksereis kai apo λιτρατσουρ? :twisted:

:shock: :shock:
Plaka kaneis e? e? e?

[morphine]

To 8umamai giati mou to eixe steilei enas filos mou se mhnuma kai eixa pe8anei sto gelio. Oso gia to poios to exei grapsei, h apanthsh einai autos o filos mou. Sto mhnuma.

[rincewind2k]

skwtseziko folk, pithanotata agnwstou

e kane c/p tous stixous sto google kai pata search kai koita mpas kai eisai pio tyxeros

[Deggial]

Είναι ποίημα του Robert Burns.

Τι κερδίζω; :P

[When Black Roses Bloom]

To Strange Aeons ths 5.5.1 tou CoC :P

[progvamp]

What sounds like a simple love song gains power from its apparently effortless synthesis of argument and anticipation. The first six lines, relying on statements that will countenance no contradiction, dissolve into a prediction of the longevity of this love. Remarkably, the imagery of the seas drying up and the rocks melting in the sun is a prophecy that has gained scientific authority since the song was written. Astronomers estimate that, some six billion years from now, the sun's core will have exhausted its hydrogen and begin to burn helium, converting it into carbon and oxygen. Simultaneously the sun's atmopsphere will expand to one hundred times its present size as the sun becomes a red giant. Life on earth will be obliterated by the swollen sun which will boil away the oceans and melt the continents.
It is an astonishing love that measures its life against the ability of the earth to endure.

The final quatrain is equally intense though it looks back to an indigenous tradition rather than forward to the destiny of the planet. What is meant by the promise to 'come again' is a determination to defeat death by spiritual means. In the Scottish tradition, as witness ballads like 'Sweet William's Ghost' (included in Allan Ramsay's Tea-Table Miscellany, 1750), lovers return to their sweethearts after death, especially after dying at some distance from Scotland: Sweet William says his bones are buried 'A far beyond the sea'. There is, then, the hint that the singer who compares his love to a red rose expects to die far from his native land. Whenever he dies, and however distant it is, he will 'come again'. Seldom has so much meaning been packed into a sixteen-line lyric.

'O, my luve is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my luve is like the melodie,
That's sweetly play' d in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I,
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun!
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only love!
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho it were ten thousand mile!'

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