Текст песни История Атоса - Есть в старом парке черный пруд

Bride of the Comte de la Fere
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Such refined manners
Throughout Provence No
And a wonderful view, and gentle disposition,
And love like a drunken Count ..

There are a count Black Pond Park
There are lilies in bloom,
There are lilies in bloom, bloom ..

Bride of the Comte de la Fere
It becomes wife
And in honor of the Countess de la Fere
Hunted beasts of the forest
Hunting in the forest, trumpeting the horn
Spouses rush to hand hand

There are a count Black Pond Park
There are lilies in bloom,
There are lilies in bloom, bloom ..

But my wife and I, God, have mercy
The horse fell rashly
And the count to ease her breath
Tears cloth from her shoulder
And dress with shoulder crawling itself,
And on his shoulder burning stigma

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