we'll carol broken-lock cities
two angel-lauters who sing
their loves'n play their ditties
recouped in castanets ring
the knaves will stream behind
us down boroughs and cities
- what an odd bunch of trouters!
and pale swarthy pretties
will holler lo’ the lauters!
we'd sing our very best
they’d pay us roses in kind
they’d gawk’n roll their eyes
they’d heave a thousand sighs
yet we will walk abreast
the night through keepin' mum
rolled inside one song
redoing (like of old)
cravings never told
stories in a throng
"Dincolo de şoapte", traducere în limba engleză de Mihaela Aurora Christi
two angel-lauters who sing
their loves'n play their ditties
recouped in castanets ring
the knaves will stream behind
us down boroughs and cities
- what an odd bunch of trouters!
and pale swarthy pretties
will holler lo’ the lauters!
we'd sing our very best
they’d pay us roses in kind
they’d gawk’n roll their eyes
they’d heave a thousand sighs
yet we will walk abreast
the night through keepin' mum
rolled inside one song
redoing (like of old)
cravings never told
stories in a throng
"Dincolo de şoapte", traducere în limba engleză de Mihaela Aurora Christi
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