Lyrics Cara Dillon - Black is the color
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Черный цвет моей настоящей любви, волосы
Ее губы походят на некоторую ярмарку роз
Она - самое сладкое лицо и самые нежные руки.
Я люблю основание где, она стоит
Я люблю свою любовь, и хорошо она знает
Я люблю основание где, она идет.
Но несколько раз я шикаю, день наступит
То, что она и я будем как один.
Черный цвет моей настоящей любви, волосы
Ее губы походят на некоторую ярмарку роз
Она - самое сладкое лицо и самые нежные руки.
Я люблю основание где, она стоит
Я иду Клайду для носить траур и плакать
Но удовлетворенный я никогда не могу спать
Я напишу ей письмо, только несколько коротких линий
И перенесите смерть десять тысяч раз
Черный цвет моей настоящей любви, волосы
Ее губы походят на некоторую ярмарку роз
Она - самое сладкое лицо и самые нежные руки.
Я люблю основание где, она стоит
Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
Her lips are like rose so fair,
She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hugs,
I love the ground whereon she stands.
I love my love and well she knows,
I love the ground whereon she goes,
And how I wish the day will come
When she and I shall be as one.
Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
Her lips are like rose so fair,
She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hugs,
I love the ground whereon she stands.
I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep,
But satisfied I never could sleep.
I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines,
I'll suffer death ten thousand times.
Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
Her lips are like rose so faïr,
She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hugs,
I love the ground whereon she stands.
Ее губы походят на некоторую ярмарку роз
Она - самое сладкое лицо и самые нежные руки.
Я люблю основание где, она стоит
Я люблю свою любовь, и хорошо она знает
Я люблю основание где, она идет.
Но несколько раз я шикаю, день наступит
То, что она и я будем как один.
Черный цвет моей настоящей любви, волосы
Ее губы походят на некоторую ярмарку роз
Она - самое сладкое лицо и самые нежные руки.
Я люблю основание где, она стоит
Я иду Клайду для носить траур и плакать
Но удовлетворенный я никогда не могу спать
Я напишу ей письмо, только несколько коротких линий
И перенесите смерть десять тысяч раз
Черный цвет моей настоящей любви, волосы
Ее губы походят на некоторую ярмарку роз
Она - самое сладкое лицо и самые нежные руки.
Я люблю основание где, она стоит
Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
Her lips are like rose so fair,
She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hugs,
I love the ground whereon she stands.
I love my love and well she knows,
I love the ground whereon she goes,
And how I wish the day will come
When she and I shall be as one.
Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
Her lips are like rose so fair,
She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hugs,
I love the ground whereon she stands.
I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep,
But satisfied I never could sleep.
I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines,
I'll suffer death ten thousand times.
Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
Her lips are like rose so faïr,
She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hugs,
I love the ground whereon she stands.
The black color of my true love hair
Her lips are like some fair of roses.
She is the sweetest face and most tender hands.
I love the base where it stands
I love my love and she knows well
I love the base where it goes.
But several times I bang, the day will come
That she and I will be like one.
The black color of my true love hair
Her lips are like some fair of roses.
She is the sweetest face and most tender hands.
I love the base where it stands
I go to Clyde for mourning and crying
But satisfied I can never sleep
I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines.
And endure death ten thousand times.
The black color of my true love hair
Her lips are like some fair of roses.
She is the sweetest face and most tender hands.
I love the base where it stands
Love it hair color.
Her lips are like rose so fair,
She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hugs,
I love the ground whereon she stands.
She knows
I love the ground whereon she goes,
I love you
When she and I shall be as one.
Love it hair color.
Her lips are like rose so fair,
She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hugs,
I love the ground whereon she stands.
I go to the clyde to mourn and weep,
But satisfied I never could sleep.
Just a few short lines,
I'll suffer death ten thousand times.
Love it hair color.
Her lips are like rose so faïr,
She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hugs,
I love the ground whereon she stands.
Her lips are like some fair of roses.
She is the sweetest face and most tender hands.
I love the base where it stands
I love my love and she knows well
I love the base where it goes.
But several times I bang, the day will come
That she and I will be like one.
The black color of my true love hair
Her lips are like some fair of roses.
She is the sweetest face and most tender hands.
I love the base where it stands
I go to Clyde for mourning and crying
But satisfied I can never sleep
I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines.
And endure death ten thousand times.
The black color of my true love hair
Her lips are like some fair of roses.
She is the sweetest face and most tender hands.
I love the base where it stands
Love it hair color.
Her lips are like rose so fair,
She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hugs,
I love the ground whereon she stands.
She knows
I love the ground whereon she goes,
I love you
When she and I shall be as one.
Love it hair color.
Her lips are like rose so fair,
She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hugs,
I love the ground whereon she stands.
I go to the clyde to mourn and weep,
But satisfied I never could sleep.
Just a few short lines,
I'll suffer death ten thousand times.
Love it hair color.
Her lips are like rose so faïr,
She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hugs,
I love the ground whereon she stands.