Текст песни Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Where the Wild Roses Grow

- On the third day he took me to the river
In the wild roses kissed me
did not have time to understand
as he called me ,
Leaning over me , he was holding a stone

- On the day of her last
with her we were alone
Wind her body on the sand caressed
And I said to her, saying,
Let the dead beauty!
And put a parting her a rose in mouth