Getsuga Tenshou - Dio
текст песни

On wings of gold;
(On wings of gold)
Go settle upon the slopes and the hills,
Where, soft and mild,
(Where, soft and mild,)
The Fresh airs of my native land
Smell fragrant!
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Like the fateful Solomon,
Draw a lament of raw sound;
To permit the Lord to inspire us
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Non son piu re
Son dio
Non son piu re
Son dio
Non son piu re
Son dio
Non son piu re
Son dio
⠀
Son dio
⠀
On Jordan banks
(On Jordan banks)
Oh, my sweet homeland,
So lovely and lost!
And Zion's hills
(And Zion's hills)
Third temple so dear and so dead!
So dear and so dead!
⠀
Like the fateful Solomon,
Draw a lament of raw sound;
To permit the Lord to inspire us
⠀
Non son piu re
Son dio
Non son piu re
Son dio
Non son piu re
Son dio
Non son piu re
Son dio
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(Non son piu re
Son dio)
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(Non son piu re
Son dio)