Текст (слова) песни: Garzilli Enrico - The Spring Of 1117
Hlose In the spring of 1117 My heart is yearning to sing For in the convent of 1116 I never knew such a spring With him I will fly like a song-bird With him I will try canticles not yet heard
Females For he is Plato He is mistletoe He is Socrates He`s the Pyrenees He is logic He`s forbidden fruit He is light Hlose He`s my truth
Hlose In the spring of 1117 My heart wants to dance and rejoice For in my Latin, Greek, French and convent prayers I never knew such a voice With him I will fly like a songbird With him I will try canticles not yet heard
Females For he is Plato He is mistletoe He is Socrates He`s the Pyrenees He is logic He`s forbidden fruit He is light Hlose He`s my truth
Hlose In the spring of 1117 The world is waiting to play With him I want to dance out on the roof But I must study with him
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