the painted veil
at the clear fountain, while I was strolling by
I found the water so nice that I went in to bathe
under an oak tree, I dried myself
on the highest branch, a nightingale was singing
sing, nightingale, sing, your heart is so happy
your heart feels like laughing, mine feels like weeping
I lost my beloved without deserving it
for a bunch of roses that I denied him
I wanted the rose to be still on the bush
and my sweet beloved to be still loving me
at the clear fountain, while I was strolling by
I found the water so nice that I went in to bathe
under an oak tree, I dried myself
on the highest branch, a nightingale was singing
so long I've been loving you, I will never forget you
curgi, raule..
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