Текст песни Весёлая Вдова - Песня Ганны

I will sing a song one,
She remembered me now
It was put in the old days,
But still sing from us.

Beauty Will Once Sour
Saw a hunter for a hazard forest
And his heart stumbled stronger,
He, forgotten everything, rushed after her.
Many days have passed and years.
She has long bothered and trace.
But calling, he is looking for her and waits.

Villa, Oh, Villa, is my,
In the rustle of grass I recognize you.
I feel about you stream
In the dusk lunar nights.
And over the earth raise me
In the distant gave man.

In the drechy forests and in the gorges of the mountains
Beauty Will He is looking for since
And devoted to the still Willia
Legends and songs are about her.

He will not find the virgin that
After all, he seeks a dream,
But the covenant, he is looking for her and waits.

Villa, Oh, Villa, is my,
In the rustle of grass I recognize you.
I feel about you stream
In the dusk lunar nights.
And over the earth raise me
In the distant gave man.