Текст песни Три мушкетера - Невеста графа де Ла Фер

Bride of the Comte de la Fere only sixteen years old,
Such refined manners throughout Provence there.
And a wonderful eye and gentle disposition.
And love like a drunken graph.
 
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 become his wife,
And in honor of the Countess de la Fere hounded beasts of the forest.
Hunting - shine, blow horns,
Spouses are rushing to hand in hand.
 
There is a park a count black pond
There are lilies in bloom, there are lilies in bloom, bloom.

But his wife, God have mercy,
The horse fell to the hot,
And the count to ease her breath
Tearing the fabric from her shoulder.
And dress with shoulder crawling itself,
And on his shoulder burning stigma!

The executioner who was a whale and then,
There lily blooms, there is a lily blossoms, blooms ...