Михаил Боярский - Голубка - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

In my old garden, Lanfren-Lanfra, fly, my dove, there are dreams hang, Lanfren-Lanfra, on all branches, dove. Lanfren-Lanfra, Lan-Ta-Ta, there is a cooler, grass of a thick, the bed of the valley is empty, fly in my garden, dove. We are a light sleep, Lanfren-Lanfra, tearing with a heavy branch, like sweets he, Lanfren-Lanfra, such dreams are so rare. Lanfren-Lanfra, Lan-Ta-Ta, but the sweeter of your mouth, and the rose falls from the bush to you on the chest, dove. In my garden, Lanfren-Lanfra, three nightingaws and raven, they are trouble, Lanfren-Lanfra, love is propheted by the choir. Lanfren-Lanfra, Lan-Ta-Ta, Sveti, a farewell star, Love last clean, fly in my garden, dove.