Текст песни Лора Провансаль - Мой ангел

Along the river valleys, where grass belt,
By the dew of fields, by road dust,
I rave alone and sing about Love
Serving her alone.
Her subjects are harder every year -
Hot bonfires in the wind have cooled.
Only the nightingale echoes me along the way
Yes, the branches of willows rustled.

But my angel walks in the garden, and plants roses.
They have huge spikes - but how the bud burns!
My cruel!
My naive ...
Oh, how strong is the thread that the Lord has connected us with you!

But once I met an old man -
He said that there would be no further way;
Only wind howl, only crow scream
They will sing a string.
So I turned over a high fence:
He was a fool - you have to live like people.
Let everything that I still believed
Goes by the side.

And on the road by the stream my Angel wept;
With shame, he covered his face with his palms.
My sad ...
Powerless mine ....
Why is the thread that the Lord has connected us with you strong?

Winter is over, the grass got up in the meadows.
I saw those who live like people -
Dreaming of Love, of Nightingales
In the rustle of foliage ...
“Lord,” I asked, “what has become of me?
He betrayed himself - who will be faithful ?! "
Kicked the door with his foot, and left for fate -
To the subjects of Love.

And among the heavenly ships my angel flies.
He nibbles the crumbs to the pigeons, and cunningly looks down -
Careless my ...
Immortal mine!
Blessed is the thread that the Lord has connected us with you.