Текст песни N.E.V.A - Невеста Графа Де Ля Фер

Bride of the Comte de La Fere
Total sixteen.
Such refined manners
In the Provence No:
And a wonderful eye and gentle disposition
And love like a drunken Count ...

In a count park black pond
There are lilies in bloom,
There are lilies in bloom.
Blooming ...

Bride Count 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 rush to hand hand ...

In a count park black pond
There are lilies in bloom,
There are lilies in bloom.
Blooming ...

But my wife and I, God, have mercy -
The horse fell in a temper.
And the count to ease her breath,
Tearing the fabric from her shoulder,
And shoulders dress crawling itself,
A stamp on the shoulder lights up!

The executioner was a whale and here
There lily flowers,
There lily blooms.
Blossoms.

In a count park black pond.