Текст песни М.Боярский - Ланфрен - ланфра

In my old garden Lanfren-Lanfra, fly my dove
There are dreams hanging Lanfren-Lanfra, on all branches of a dove
Lanfren-Lanfra Lan-Tati-Ta, there is a fresh stream, herba herb
Bed from the valley is empty, fly to my garden of a dove.
Mmm ...
We are a light sleep of Lanfren-Lanfra, we will break with a heavy branch
How sweets he Lanfren-Lanfra, such dreams are so rare
Lanfren-Lanfra Lan-Tati-Ta, but the sweeter of your mouth
And the rose falls from the bush to your chest dove.
Mmm ...
In my garden Lanfren-Lanfra, three nightingale and raven
They are trouble Lanfren-Lanfra, love is propheted by the choir
Lanfren-Lanfra Lan-Tati-Tha, Sveti Farewell Star
Love is the last clean - fly in my garden of a dove ...