Текст песни Garzilli Enrico - The Spring Of 1117
Garzilli Enrico - The Spring Of 1117 слова песни
Hlose In the spring of 1117 My heart is yearning to sing For in the convent of 1116 I never knew such a spring With him I will fly like a song-bird With him I will try canticles not yet heardFemales For he is Plato He is mistletoe He is Socrates He`s the Pyrenees He is logic He`s forbidden fruit He is lightHlose He`s my truthHlose In the spring of 1117 My heart wants to dance and rejoice For in my Latin, Greek, French and convent prayers I never knew such a voice With him I will fly like a songbird With him I will try canticles not yet heardFemales For he is Plato He is mistletoe He is Socrates He`s the Pyrenees He is logic He`s forbidden fruit He is lightHlose He`s my truthHlose In the spring of 1117 The world is waiting to play With him I want to dance out on the roof But I must study with him