Текст песни Гавайские танцы - Дочь вождя

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Grieving tribe , no rain
E Am
The custom - burned old beauties.
F G Em Am
And all the beautiful daughter of the leader / 2 times
F E Am
Burn it promolvel elder . /

17 years, the time of love
wear gold shine
And so it goes to the fire
And people gaze lowered

Here she went to the fire
Clothes put near
And then people realized
Oh, how beautiful she was .

That lit a torch
And brushwood flared like a powder
But there was a cry of fire
There was only a heap of ashes .

A Sound , and the rain has gone
Custom old confirmed
A leader went home sad
He took leave of his daughter