is in her eye The night is no her hair And like a love-sick lenanshee She hath my heart in thrall Nor life I owe, nor liberty for love is lord of all
Překlad: Sinead O'Connor. My Lagan lásky.
Lagan stream sings lullaby There blow a lily fair The twilight gleam is in her eye The night is no her hair And like a love-sick lenanshee She hath my
in her eye The night is on her hair And like a love sick Leannan si She has my heart in thrall No life have I, no liberty For love is Lord of all And
