Sarah Brightman — Fileuse (The Trees They Grow So High 1988)

Текст песни: Fileuse (The Trees They Grow So High 1988)

Fileuse LyricsLorsque jtais jeunette, je gardais les moutons
Tirouli, tiroula, tirouli, tiroulou
Tirouli, tiroula, tirouli, rouli, roule
Ntais jamais seulette songer par les monts
Tirouli...
Mais dautres bergerettes avex moi devisalent
Tirouli...
Parfois de sa musette un berger nous charmait
Tirouli...
Il nous faisait des rondes, joli rondes damour
Tirouli...
Mais me voil vieille, reste seule toujours
Tirouli..!
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When I was a young girl I tended the sheep
Tirouli, tiroula, tirouli, tiroulou
Tirouli, tiroula, tirouli, rouli, roule
I never dreamt in solitude upon the mountainside
Tirouli...
But other young shepherdesses would talk with me
Tirouli...
Sometimes a shepherd would play the musette for our delight
Tirouli...
He would play pretty love dances for us
Tirouli...
Yet now I am old, and still on my own
Tirouli..!