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In my old garden, Lanfren - lanfra,
Fly, my little dove.
Hang in there dreams, Lanfren - lanfra,
At all branches, little dove.
Lanfren - lanfra - lunatica,
There is a fresh stream, grass dense,
A bed of lilies of the valley empty
Fly in my garden, little dove!
Ssssssssssssssssss
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
mmmmmmm
mmmmm...
We light sleep, Lanfren - lanfra,
Tear off heavy branches.
How sweet it is, Lanfren - lanfra,
These dreams are so rare.
Lanfren - lanfra - lunatica,
But sweeter sleep your lips,
And the rose falls from the Bush
On your chest, little dove.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
mmmmmmmmmm
mmmmm...
In my garden, Lanfren - lanfra,
Three of the Nightingale and the crow.
They trouble, Lanfren - lanfra,
Love predicting the choir.
Lanfren - lanfra - lunatica,
Farewell St star,
Love the last clean.
Fly in my garden dove!
