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Rosalie - Sir Colin MashUP Remix

Rosalie oh Rosalie was wär die Wält ohni sie?
Sie setzt im Kafi Rex ond dänkt a ehri gmeinsami Ziit
Met ehrem Ex. Doch er esch weg. Es send scho zwei Johr verbi.
Sie esch nie rechtig dröber wäg cho, resigniert vor sech hi.
E Träne flügt in Espresso. Öber ehres Gsecht hanged d Haar.
En attraktive Typ setzt sich an Tesch ond sprecht si a.
Hallo. Sie luegt aphatisch empor ond esch wie troffe vom Bletz
För d Rosalie eschs d Liebi of de erschti Bleck.

Rosalie, die Rose send för dich mi amor.
Du gsesch so truurig us als wär öpper gstorbe.
Wie cha das si, e höbschi Frau met Auge wie du.
So ganz älei amne Sonntig Morge.

Rosalie oh Rosalie sie fühlt sich im Paradies.
Er esch ehre vertraut ond alles stoht stell rond om sie.
Setre halbe Ewigkeit het niemer metre gflirted.
Er get ehre Komplimänt bes sie sich schämt ond völlig errötet.
Er frög sie nach em Name. Ond sie seit: Rosalie.
Ond er seit: Log mi amor ich han e Rose för dich.
Das esch zwar nett aber ich chas onmöglech anä.
Mer känned eus grad mol paar Minute, ond ich hoff du verstasch es.

Rosalie, die Rose send för dich mi amor.
Du gsesch so truurig us als wär öpper gstorbe.
Wie cha das si, e höbschi Frau met Auge wie du.
So ganz älei amne Sonntig Morge.

Sie nemmt die Rose a ond seit: Wie chan ich der nome danke?
Er heb en offni Hand entgege: Es machi nome foif Franke.
Das esch mies, das esch fies. I ha gmeint sie seig för mich.
Er stoht uf. Uf Wiederseh ond lauft zum Tesch visavis.
Hallo höbschi Frau. Wie esch ehre Name?

Melanie die Rose send för dich mi amor.
Du gsesch so truurig us als wär öpper gstorbe.
Wie cha das si, e höbschi Frau met Auge wie du.
So ganz älei amne Sonntig Morge.

Rosalie die Rose send för dich mi amor.
Du gsesch so truurig us als wär öpper gstorbe.
Wie cha das si, e höbschi Frau met Auge wie du.
So ganz älei amne Sonntig Morge.

Rosalie

Rosalie - Sir Colin MashUP Remix

Rosalie oh Rosalie, what would the world be without you?
You sit in the Kafi Rex, thinking about your time together,
With your ex. But he's gone. It's been two years.
You've never really gotten over it, resigned to your fate.
A tear flies into your espresso. Your hair hangs over your face.
An attractive guy sits down at your table and speaks to you.
Hello. You look up apathetically and are struck by lightning,
For you, Rosalie, it's love at first sight.

Rosalie, the roses are for you, my love.
You look so sad, as if someone had died.
How can that be? You're a beautiful woman with eyes like yours,
All alone on a Sunday morning.

Rosalie oh Rosalie, you feel like you're in paradise.
He's trusted, and everything around you stands still.
For half an eternity, no one has flirted with you.
He gives you compliments until you're ashamed and completely blushed.
He asks you your name. You say: Rosalie.
And he says: Take it, my love, I have a rose for you.
That's nice, but I can't possibly take it.
We've only known each other for a few minutes, and I hope you understand.

Rosalie, the roses are for you, my love.
You look so sad, as if someone had died.
How can that be? You're a beautiful woman with eyes like yours,
All alone on a Sunday morning.

You take the rose and say: How can I thank you?
He holds out an open hand: It only costs five francs.
That's low, that's mean. I thought it was for me.
He gets up. Goodbye and walks to the table opposite.
Hello, beautiful lady. What's your name?

Melanie, the roses are for you, my love.
You look so sad, as if someone had died.
How can that be? You're a beautiful woman with eyes like yours,
All alone on a Sunday morning.

Rosalie, the roses are for you, my love.
You look so sad, as if someone had died.
How can that be? You're a beautiful woman with eyes like yours,
All alone on a Sunday morning.

Rosalie