Текст песни Spanish Harlem - Jon Secada
There
is
a
rose
in
Spanish
Harlem
A
red
rose
up
in
Spanish
Harlem
It
is
a
special
one,
it′s
never
seen
the
sun
It
only
comes
out
when
the
moon
is
on
the
run
And
all
the
stars
are
gleaming
It's
growing
in
the
street
right
up
through
the
concrete
But
soft
and
sweet
and
dreaming
There
is
a
rose
in
Spanish
Harlem
A
red
rose
up
in
Spanish
Harlem
With
eyes
as
black
as
coal
that
look
down
in
my
soul
And
starts
a
fire
there
and
then
I
lose
control
I
have
to
beg
your
pardon
I′m
going
to
pick
that
rose
And
watch
her
as
she
grows
in
my
garden
I'm
going
to
pick
that
rose
And
watch
her
as
she
grows
in
my
garden
(There
is
a
rose
in
Spanish
Harlem)
La-la-la,
la-la-la,
la-la-la-la
(There
is
a
rose
in
Spanish
Harlem)
La-la-la,
la-la-la,
la-la-la-la
(There
is
a
rose
in
Spanish
Harlem)
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