Михаил Боярский - Ланфрен-Лафра - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

In my old garden, Lanfren-Long, fly, my dove, there are dreams there, Lanfren-Long-lanfra, on all branches, a dove. Lanfren-Llaneph, Lan-Ta-Ti-Ti, there is fresh stream, Gusta grass, a bed from the valley of the valley is empty, fly to my garden, dove. We are a light dream, lanfren-lanfra, we will break off a heavy branch, like it is sweet, Lanfren-Llanf, such dreams are so rare. Lanfren-Llaneph, Lan-Ta-Ti-Ti, but your mouth is sweeter, and the rose falls from the bush to your chest, dove. In my garden, Lanfren-Long-lanfra, three nightingale and raven, they are trouble, Lanfren-Long, love in chorus. Lanfren-Llaneph, Lan-Ta-Ti-Ti, Svet, Farewell Star, Last Love is pure, fly to my garden, dove.