Текст песни
Don’t mourn for me, friend. I’m a bird, cold and weary
My master, a cruel hurdy-gurdy man, makes me dance
I hand out the tickets for joy, but the faces are dreary
And under the hurdy-gurdy’s moan, I long for a trance
Spring will be here soon. In Venice the young violins
Will sing out your sorrow, will dance away grief and all pain
And sins will grow lighter, mistakes will turn into bright dreams
Kiss freely when almond trees blossom again
I send you a letter again, I kiss every page in a whisper
I breathe in the scent of your perfume, though its spirits are cruel
And then I see black slender birds in a flicker
Flying south from the bottle of «Nuit de Noël»
(«Nuit-niut-niut de Noël»)
(«Nuit-niut-niut de Noël»)
(«Nuit-niut-niut de Noël»)
(«Nuit-niut-niut de Noël»)
Don’t mourn for me, friend. I’m a bird, cold and weary
My master, a cruel hurdy-gurdy man, makes me dance
I hand out the tickets for joy, but the faces are dreary
And under the hurdy-gurdy’s moan, I long for a trance
Spring will be here soon. The sun will dry all the mud and mire
In fields will bloom dreams, violets, and first flowers of spring
But we won’t reach spring with our songs, we won’t finish our crying and fire
We’re soaked and exhausted, the hurdy-gurdy and I are sick with this thing
I send you a letter again, I kiss every page in a whisper
Don’t blame me for sadness or words that are steeped in regret
It’s all your perfume’s dark spell — like black birds in a flicker
Flying south from the bottle of «Nuit de Noël»
(«Nuit-niut-niut de Noël»)
(«Nuit-niut-niut de Noël»)
(«Nuit-niut-niut de Noël»)
(«Nuit-niut-niut de Noël»)
Flying south from the bottle of «Nuit de Noël»
(«Nuit de Noël»)
(«Nuit de Noël»)
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