МУЗЫКА ДЛЯ СПОРТА, Танцевальная музыка, Эротическая Музыка, Spanish Classic Guitar Roses Lean

After the encore, the roses lean,
Petals scattered where I’ve been,
The seats are empty, lights are low,
Only the janitor hears me go.
The glitter fades, the makeup cracks,
The silence puts the truth right back.

After the encore, after the flame,
Who do you become without your name?
After the cheering, after the door,
I am still singing for one heart more.

A lonely trumpet down the hall,
Answers softly through the wall,
The mirror keeps a kinder face,
Than anyone in this old place.

Do not pity what you see,
The stage was always part of me.

After the encore, after the flame,
Who do you become without your name?
After the cheering, after the door,
I am still singing for one heart more.