Dedicated to all knights A song for a romantic mood Lanfren lanfra

Lanfrenlanfra Fly into my old garden, (lanfrenlanfra) My little dove. Dreams are hanging on every branch there, (lanfrenlanfra) My little dove. Lanfrenlanfra, The brook is so clear there, the grass is so dense there. The bed of lilies of the valley is empty. Fly into my garden, my little dove. We will pick an easy dream (lanfrenlanfra) From a heavy branch. This dream is so sweet (lanfrenlanfra). Dreams like that are so rare. Lanfrenlanfra, But your lips are sweeter. A rose from a bush Falls on your breast, my little dove. There are (lanfrenlanfra) Three nightingales and a raven in my garden. They prophesy (lanfrenlanfra) That my love is doomed. Lanfrenlanfra, Shine, oh farewell star My last love is pure Fly into my garden, my little dove Street musicians often go outside to show their talent, perform a world hit, or play an author s song, as well as