Текст песни Песня Атоса - невеста графа де ЛЯ ФЕР

The bride of the Count de La Feu
Only sixteen years.
Such exquisite manners
In all Provence there is no:
And a marvelous look and a quick temper
And from love like a drunk count ...

Chorus:
There is a black box in the graffiti,
There the lilies are blooming,
There the lilies are blooming.
Blooming ...

Bride of the Count de La Feu
Becomes a wife.
And in honor of Grafini de La Fez
The beast is infected with a forest.
Hunting in the woods, rubbing the foot,
Spouses are rushing to the hand ...

There is a black box in the graffiti,
There the lilies are blooming,
There the lilies are blooming.
Blooming ...

But that with his wife, have mercy on God -
The horse puffed at the fire.
And graf, to facilitate her sigh,
She is tearing the fabric off her shoulder,
And the dress from the shoulders creeps itself,
And on the shoulder it bears a stigma!

The executioner was a mastak and
There the lily blooms,
There the lily blooms.
Blossoms.

What is the graph? Not a husband and not a widower?
Both in the pool ... and the end!

There is a black box in the graffiti,
There the lilies are blooming,
There the lilies are blooming,
Blooming ...