Befell so is the comessing of May. When mirry and hot is the day. (And) oway beth winter shours. And every feld is full of flours. And blosme breme on evry bough.
This ay nicht, this ay nicht. Every nicht and all. Fire and sleet and candleleigt. And Christ receive thy soul. . If ever thou gavest hosen or schon. Every nicht and all.
Sliver and gold casting light on all my deepest fears. Leaving me to wonder, is this all part of your plan? Your. help is always present as I cry out through tears unknown. You turn them into laughter as I realize Im not alone..
There is no rose of swych vertu. As is the rose that bare Jhesù. Alleluya. . For in this rose conteyned was. Heven and erthe in lytle space. Res miranda.
She cryin runnin fallin shes scared and lost with nothing. Shes done with the fix the politics and shes ready. to give up and call it quits. Shes searching reaching looking for something that makes her life worth more. But.
Tacciono i boschi e i fiumi. E 'l mar senza onda giace. Ne le spelonche i venti han tregua e pace. . E ne la notte bruna. Alto silenzio (fa la) bianca luna.
As I lay here in my bed you might mistake me as being dead and I only hope that I dont dissapoint you. And if I could I would say everything that I could ever think of here in my mind..
Sawden awdl, sidan ydiw. Sêm fach, len ar gont wen wiw. Lleiniau mewn man ymannerch. Y llwyn sur, llawn yw o serch. Fforest falch iawn, ddawn ddifrog.
Era vn ortolano byen simpre e syn mal. En el mes de enero con fuerte tenporal. Andando por su huerta, vido so vn peral. Vna culebra chica, medio muerta atal.
All night by the rose (rose. All night by) the rose I lay. Darf ich nought the rose stele. And yet ich bar the flour away.
The Holly and the Ivy. The holly and the Ivy. When they are both full grown. Of all trees that are in the wood. The holly bears the crown. . Oh, the rising of the sun.
Noi leggiavamo un giorno diletto. Di Lancialotto come amor lo strinse. Soli eravamo e sanza alcun sospetto. Per più fiate li occhi ci sospinse. Quella lettura, e scolorocci il viso.
You're the world and the everyone. Got a list of the things that you've done. Life's dirty and you know that it's true. Take a look at what is coming out of you.
Swete sone, reu on me. And breste out of thy bondes. For me thinket that I see. Thoru Bothen thin bondes. . Nailes driven into the tree. So reufuliche thu honges.
In the woods there grew a tree. A fine, fine tree was he. . On that tree there was a limb. And on that limb there was a branch. On that branch there was a nest.
Why must I move so slow?. In my heart I can't let it go. And dreams fall into my eyes. In the night, I have no disguise. . Why does it seem to go?. Fall apart in lies.
There was a swirling mass of water. That lived in a quiet pond. It asked permission from its master. To visit the lands beyond. . And its master allowed it to fly.
Oh, maladeto an dia mo via di qua. . Giacche specdo I mici da na ri. Io mi vo glio divertir.
The night is restless. But no dream's in sight. And the sounds have no beginnings or ends. And that glow is not a light. . The walls turn into waterfalls.