Текст песни Song of Songs (Christian Death) с переводом

Let him kiss me

With the virgins love thee

Look not upon me

Because I am black.

I am the rose of Sharon

And the lily of the valleys

As the lily among thorns

So is my love among the daughters.

I sat down under his shadow

With great delight

And his fruit was sweet.

And he was loved

He was loved

Comfort me with apples for

I am sick of love

So sick

Sick of love.

On my bed

I sought him

Open to me

Hey sister!

My love

My dove

My undefiled

And for my head

My head is filled

With ???

And my locks

With the drops of the night.

I opened to my beloved

But my beloved

Had withdrawn himself!

I charge you

I charge you

Oh daughters of…

I am sick of love

So sick

Sick of love.

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