Текст песни Песня Атоса - Есть в графском парке черный пруд

Bride of the Comte de la Fere
Only sixteen years old.
Such refined manners
Throughout the Provence there.
And a wonderful view, and gentle disposition,
And love like a drunken graph.
Chorus:
There is a park a count black pond.
There are lilies in bloom, there are lilies in bloom, bloom ...
Bride of the Comte de la Fere
It becomes his wife.
And in honor of the Countess de la Fere
Hunted beasts of the forest.
Hunting in the woods, blow horns,
Spouses are rushing to hand in hand.
Chorus
But what about your wife? God have mercy!
The horse fell in a temper.
And the count to ease her breath,
Tears cloth from her shoulder.
And dress with shoulder crawling itself,
And on his shoulder burning brand.
Chorus:
The executioner was a whale, and this is
There lily blooms, there is a lily blossoms, blooms ...
Well Count - not her husband or widower.
Buch into the pool - and the end of ...
Chorus:
There is a park a count black pond.
There are lilies in bloom, there are lilies in bloom, bloom ...