Текст песни The Feast of St. Stephen (Matt Elliott) с переводом

I would die with a smile upon my face

With no complaints

As tranquil as a saint

This world would be transformed from a world of pain

To somewhere sane

My eyes would shine again

But you don’t love me…

And I would have died with a smile upon this weary face

With calm & grace

With nothing left to state

& I my love would have whispered sweet songs in your ears

I’d have sang for years

We’d have danced away the fear

But you don’t love me…

Перевод песни The Feast of St. Stephen