Текст песни Жанна Бичевская - Пел соловей

Nightingale Sang
  (Roman monk)

           F # m Hm

  Nightingale sang, oh, how he sang,
  C # 7 F # ​​m

  And he listened to the silence.
                          Hm

  As I wanted him dopel
  C # 7 F # ​​m

  That did not start.

            Hm F # 7

  And he whistled all day and night,
  E A C # 7

  And he maketh caper,
              F # m Hm

  As if I wanted to help
  C # 7 F # ​​m

  Although I used to warm up a bit.

  And the fog floated living water,
  Rick, haystacks in the mist floating.
  And even the star of the song
  Heavenly reflections were.

  And he whistled all day and night,
  And he maketh caper,
  As if I wanted to help
  Although I used to warm up a bit.

  And the air smells of herbs,
  And I was standing on the threshold of paradise,
  And he popped into his bushes
  Human glory rejecting.

  And he whistled all day and night,
  And he maketh caper,
  As if I wanted to help
  Although I used to warm up a bit.

  I understand there will be quiet,
  Moon hardens bitter lumpy.
  You fly away and arrival,
  But propoesh is another.

  Nightingale sang, oh, how he sang,
  And he listened to the silence.
  As I wanted him dopel
  That did not start.

  And he whistled all day and night,
  And he maketh caper,
  As if I wanted to help
  Although I used to warm up a bit.