Текст Esperanza Spalding – City Of Roses

In the city of, roses
Streets lined with red brick, and green branches
Weren’t rainy days that might seem bleak
Our rain is the paint that makes the land lush and the folks unique

Anywhere I go these roots are with me, and I find,
I take along a little piece of heaven, with these memories of mine

From the city of roses, city of roses
City of roses, city of roses
City of roses, city of roses
City of roses, city of roses

Down along the river, weekend market
On sunny Saturdays the water front comes alive
The street vendors and hippies they keep a hemp sack flying
All the people you could wish for or imagine
From the farmer in the city selling fresh grown greens,
Musicians, hustling to make sure that there’s a thriving jazz scene

Anywhere I go these roots are with me, and I find,
I take along a little piece of heaven, with these memories of mine
Everywhere I go these roots are with me, yeah and I find,
Wherever I may travel I take with me, these memories of mine

From the city of roses, city of roses,
City of roses, city of roses
City of roses, city of roses
City of roses, city of roses

Everywhere I go these roots are with me, and I find,
I take along a little piece of heaven, with these memories of mine
Everywhere I go these roots are with me, yeah and I find,

The city of roses
City of roses, city of roses
City of roses, city of roses
City of roses, city of roses
City of roses, city of roses