Резултати претраге

Oh, lover of flowers

Versions: #1
Oh, lover of roses,
If you are keeping your promise,
Your love is waiting for you,
Oh, lover of roses.
 
Dazed, he awaits, his heart weary,
What is the hill, what is the moon,
What is joy, what is vigil,
If you were to go back to worrying,
Wandering through the horizon,
Bathing in the twilight?
For your searching will do no good.
 
There was a happy star in the horizon,
And I thought 'Today, and not tomorrow,
So let the promisor keep their word.'
Oh, inspirer of chatter,
Commiserating will not help you,
For your beloved does not love any roses,
But the roses of the cheeks.
 

Butterfly and Flower

Pick me out the prettiest flower, oh butterfly
A flower that would look good arranged in the blonde girl's hair
 
Pick one more wonderful than a child's laugh
And let the lily shout to her a mawwal (song) from its heart
While the sparrow sings it and translates what it said
And the break of the dawn strums to her on its strings
 
Pick one the color of marble and stories of fire (hell?)
And the dark, barren soil and the aged snow
And from the dream of the green valley and the bloom of the laurel
And if I could describe more to you, I wouldn't tell you to pick it for me