Текст песни Михаил Боярский - Ланфрен-Ланфра

In my old Llanfren-Lanfra garden
Fly my dove
There dreams hang lanfren-lanraf
On all branches a dove
Lanfren-lanfra lan-tati-ta
There's a fresh stream of dense grass
Bed of lilies of the valley is empty
Fly to my garden dove
Mm-m, m-m-m m m m-th th th th th th th th th th th th
We are a light sleep langfren-lanphra
We'll tear off a heavy branch
How sweet he is lanfren-lanfra
Such dreams are so rare
Lanfren-lanfra lan-tati-ta
But sweeter than your sleep
And the rose falls from the bush
You have a dove on your chest
Mm-m, m-m-m m m m-th th th th th th th th th th th th
In my garden, Llanfren-Lanfra
Three nightingales and a raven
They are the trouble of llanfren-lanphra
Love is prophesied in chorus
Lanfren-lanfra lan-tati-ta
Shining Farewell Star
Love is the last pure
Fly to my garden dove