Review lagu Kiss from Rose – Seal

This song is nice to hear. Syahdu. Especially the lyrics. Although difficult to understand because it looks like a poem, but if interpreted fun you know. Many ambiguous interpretations make this song so unlimited the idea. To me, this song is about love, as always. But, love is wrong address. Love the wrong character. How else, his name is also love, can fall anywhere, on anyone indiscriminately, without our plans. Precisely it's cool to enjoy love. The mystery, really endless.

There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea

You became the light on the dark side of me
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill

Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful princess, who fell in love with a beautiful prince. The prince is like a flare in a sea of people. Standing tall and handsome, lit the lamp for the boats and boats that passed by. Even for the princess, the prince shines her gloomy days in her beautiful kingdom. His heart is always upset, entertained by the good looks and sweet attitude of the prince. Now, there are no more injuries and gulana in his heart. Really, love is the most effective medicine to cure turmoil. Pill and herb can not compete with it. Love whipped up the spirits of life, reflecting the happy eyes.

But did you know that when it snows

My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen?

Do you know my prince of love, that when the cold days cover my heart, my eyes just wide open, not narrowed because of the white. My eyes widen to see you, to enjoy the light of your affections that you spread. Precisely on a cold day and misty your affection increasingly felt.

Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey

Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the grey

O prince of my love, though, to me, you are a rose. Beautifully perceived, fragrant blowing and softly kissed. But you have a thorn in your tape. Until, I must always be careful to grasp your heart. Wrong bit, having you actually hurt me. Did you know that the more we get together, the more strange it feels. As if, our relationship is just a formality, numbness. In fact, in my heart, you are my only lover. But, your charms already spread everywhere. Your aroma filled the world. I can not bear to fight for your charm with the others. Because, I know how it feels like your affection has shone on my days.

There is so much a man can tell you,

So much he can say
You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain
Baby, to me, you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny
Won't you tell me, is that healthy, baby?

You said, you have a lot to tell me. Is that? Oh, you can just tell me anything. I do not want to speculate. You're still a very special person for me. You are a force that supports my life spirits. You are also the source of my happiness. In fact, you are also the main source of my heart wound. You're like an opiate I can no longer avoid. Therefore, I think of you as a rose. Please tell me, do you bear this kind of love for me?

I've been kissed by a rose on the grey

I've been kissed by a rose on the grey
And if I should fall, will it all go away?
I've been kissed by a rose on the grey

You have kissed the joints of my life. Make it beautiful on one side, as well as hurt on the other side. If I give up, and take you off for the connoisseurs of your charms out there, will I be all right? Or will it all be destroyed in vain? Why do you have to be double-faced, my love?

Yes, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey

Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom

Yes, always I think of you with a rose. The more I breathe, the fragrance pricks, or disappears. For a long time his beauty disappeared. Dry, withered. You cast your painful charm on everything. Giving them a light of hope in order to inhale the scent of your love. How sorry are those who believe in your man's promise. They will be hurt like me, impaled by thorns covered with your beautiful eyelids.

Now that your rose is in bloom

A light hits the gloom on the grey

I'll let it go. Whatever you want to spread the charm to when. It's up to you to get rid of a lot of heartache until when. Because someday, you will dry, wilt and disappear.