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.
Black color of my true love, hair
Her lips look like a certain fair of roses
She is the sweetest face and the most delicate hands.
I love the base where, it stands
I love my love and she knows well
I love the base where, it goes.
But I shout several times, the day will come
The fact that she and I will be like one.
Black color of my true love, hair
Her lips look like a certain fair of roses
She is the sweetest face and the most delicate hands.
I love the base where, it stands
I'm going to wear mourning and cry
But I can never sleep satisfied
I will write her a letter, only a few short lines
And transfer death ten thousand times
Black color of my true love, hair
Her lips look like a certain fair of roses
She is the sweetest face and the most delicate hands.
I love the base where, it stands
Black Is the Color of My True Love's Hair.
Her Lips Are Like Rose So Fair,
She's get 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 Shes,
And How I Wish The Day Will Come
When she and i shall be as One.
Black Is the Color of My True Love's Hair.
Her Lips Are Like Rose So Fair,
She's get the Sweetest Face and the Gentlest Hugs,
I Love The Ground Whereon She Stands.
I Go to the Clyde for to Mourn and Weep,
Butissfied I NEVER COULD SLEP.
I'll Write Her a Letter, Just a Few Short Lines,
I'll Suffer Death Ten Thousand Times.
Black Is the Color of My True Love's Hair.
Her Lips Are Like Rose So Faïr,
She's get the Sweetest Face and the Gentlest Hugs,
I Love The Ground Whereon She Stands.
Her lips look like a certain fair of roses
She is the sweetest face and the most delicate hands.
I love the base where, it stands
I love my love and she knows well
I love the base where, it goes.
But I shout several times, the day will come
The fact that she and I will be like one.
Black color of my true love, hair
Her lips look like a certain fair of roses
She is the sweetest face and the most delicate hands.
I love the base where, it stands
I'm going to wear mourning and cry
But I can never sleep satisfied
I will write her a letter, only a few short lines
And transfer death ten thousand times
Black color of my true love, hair
Her lips look like a certain fair of roses
She is the sweetest face and the most delicate hands.
I love the base where, it stands
Black Is the Color of My True Love's Hair.
Her Lips Are Like Rose So Fair,
She's get 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 Shes,
And How I Wish The Day Will Come
When she and i shall be as One.
Black Is the Color of My True Love's Hair.
Her Lips Are Like Rose So Fair,
She's get the Sweetest Face and the Gentlest Hugs,
I Love The Ground Whereon She Stands.
I Go to the Clyde for to Mourn and Weep,
Butissfied I NEVER COULD SLEP.
I'll Write Her a Letter, Just a Few Short Lines,
I'll Suffer Death Ten Thousand Times.
Black Is the Color of My True Love's Hair.
Her Lips Are Like Rose So Faïr,
She's get the Sweetest Face and the Gentlest Hugs,
I Love The Ground Whereon She Stands.
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