Текст песни Баллада - Под сенью деревьев

Under the canopy of trees, green grass,
Hidden from alien eyes,
Silver ringing in the rustling leaves
Singing young stream.
And the song he flew away,
And the song he was listening to the forest.
The sun sparkled on the clean water,
Reflects its beam in the creek,
And at night the moon in snow-white boat
Painted silver path.
Horse riding rode the near trail
From marvelous and distant lands
The ballads celebrated warrior-hero.
Creek he heard the trill.
And the song of water beckoned him
And the song of water calling to him.
She suddenly recalled the traveler home
He saw his native land,
He remembered the cool forests and about
With close native land.
He led his horse to drink,
And his feet dipped into the creek.
Tired from the long journey home,
He slept beside a stream.
And he dreamed of his love,
And he dreamed of his soul.
Eyes are blue and gold hair,
And gentle smile sorrow.
And the tender voice of sweet dreams
Manila after him into the distance.
And the tender voice of sweet dreams
Manila after him into the distance.
Manila after him into the distance.
Manila yourselves away ...