Rolling In the Deep (The Voice Performance) - Vicci Martinez

I said, Grandpa what's this picture here It's all black and white and ain't real clear Is that you there, he said, yeah I was eleven Times were tough back in thirty-five That's me and Uncle Joe just tryin' to survive A cotton farm in the Great Depression And if it looks like we were scared to death Like a couple of kids just trying to save each other You should have seen it in color This one here was taken overseas In the middle of hell in nineteen forty-three In the winter time you can almost see my breath That was my tail gunner ole' Johnny McGee He was a high school teacher from New Orleans And he had my back right through the day we left And if it looks like we were scared to death Like a couple of kids just trying to save each other You should have seen it in color A picture's worth a thousand words But you can't see what those shades of gray keep covered You should have seen it in color This one is my favorite one This is me and grandma in the summer sun All dressed up the day we said our vows You can't tell it here but it was hot that June That rose was red and her eyes were blue And just look at that smile I was so proud That's the story of my life Right there in black and white And if it looks like we were scared to death Like a couple of kids just trying to save each other You should have seen it in color A picture's worth a thousand words But you can't see what those shades of gray keep covered You should have seen it in color You should have seen it in color

Cuando recibas esta carta tú Seguro abriste ya ese sobre azul Que a tu puerta muy temprano llegó con doce rosas en el interior El calendario te dira el porqué, el remitente te hablará de mi Y otra vez mi recuerdo brillara con más luz Sentirás tal vez amor que tú No me sigues hablando y pensaras que mil Cosas correras junto a las rosas que mande Son doce rosas que hablarán por mi Son doce rosas que te gritan vuelve Y cada una significa un mes llorandote Son doce rosas que hablarán de ti Del gran amor que para mi tu eres Se que sientes lo mismo por mi Perdóname Sin ti no se que hacer Cariño Aleja vamos ya ese orgullo Que solamente nos tortura más Un amor como el nuestro no se puede apagar Mira dentro de tu corazón Tu tampoco has dejado de quereme Piensas en volver a verme tal como lo pienso yo Son doce rosas que hablarán por mi Son doce rosas que te gritan vuelve Y cada una significa un mes llorandote Son doce rosas que hablarán de ti Del gran amor que para mi tu eres Se que sientes lo mismo por mi Perdóname Sin ti no se que hacer Y por si acaso piensas no volver Recuerda siempre que yo te amare Son doce rosas que hablarán por mi Son doce rosas que te gritan vuelve Y cada una significa un mes llorandote Son doce rosas que hablarán de ti Del gran amor que para mi tu eres Se que sientes lo mismo por mi Perdóname Sin ti no se que hacer (Son doce rosas que hablaran por mi Son doce rosas que te gritan vuelve) Y cada una significa un mes llorandote Son doce rosas que hablaran de ti Del gran amor que para mi tu eres Se que sientes lo mismo por mi Perdóname