Текст песни Cara Dillon - Black is the color
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Черный цвет моей настоящей любви, волосыЕе 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.
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The black color of my true love, hairHer lips are like some rose fair
She is the sweetest face and the most tender hands.
I love the base where she stands
I love my love and she knows well
I love the bottom where she goes.
But a few times I boo, the day will come
That she and I will be as one.
The black color of my true love, hair
Her lips are like some rose fair
She is the sweetest face and the most tender hands.
I love the base where she stands
I go Clyde for mourning and crying
But satisfied I can never sleep
I will write her a letter, only a few short lines
And suffer death ten thousand times
The black color of my true love, hair
Her lips are like some rose fair
She is the sweetest face and the most tender hands.
I love the base where she stands
Black is the color 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 color 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 color 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.