Bruce Springsteen - Spanish Harlem - Текст песни

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem            
A rose that grows in Spanish Harlem          
It's never seen the sun                      
It only comes up when the moon is on the run 
And all the stars are leaving                
Well, it grows right in the street           
Up between the concrete                      
But soft and sweet, and (breathing??)        
                                             
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem            
A rose that grows in Spanish Harlem          
Oh, with eyes as black as coal               
That reach down in my soul                   
And start a fire I can't control             
I beg your pardon                            
Well, I want to pick that rose               
And watch her as she grows                   
In my garden                      
                                  
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem 
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem