is old news, the skies are all gray Winter's in labor, soon to give birth to the spring That will sprinkle the meadow with flowers for my Angeline Heartache
is old news, the skies are all grey Winter's in labour, soon to give birth to the spring That will sprinkle the meadow with flowers for my Angeline Heartache
ترجمة: جوان بايز. أنجيلاين.
old news, the skies are all grey Winter's in labour, soon to give birth to the spring That will sprinkle the meadow with flowers for my Angeline Heartache
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Farewell, Angelina, the bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound The triangle tingles and the trumpets play slow Farewell
Farewell, Angelina The bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound. The triangle tingles And the trumpets play slow. Farewell, Angelina
(Traditional) Angels we have heard on high Sweetly singing o'er the plains, And the mountains in reply Echoing their joyous strains. [Refrain:] Gloria
ترجمة: جوان بايز. وداع ، أنجلينا.
ترجمة: جوان بايز. الملائكة لقد سمعنا على ارتفاع.
Angelina The bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound. The triangle tingles And the trumpets play slow. Farewell, Angelina
: (Traditional) Angels we have heard on high Sweetly singing o'er the plains, And the mountains in reply Echoing their joyous strains. [Refrain:] Gloria
