Текст песни
Marta,
rambling
rose
of
the
wild
wood
Marta,
with
your
fragrance
divine
Rosebud
of
the
days
of
my
childhood
I
watched
you
bloom
in
the
wild
wood
And
I
hoped
you'd
be
mine
Marta,
now
your
eyes
beam
at
twilight
Sparkling
like
each
dew
drop
at
dawn
Marta,
when
I
look
for
your
lovelight
I
awake
with
a
sigh
And
I
find
you
are
gone
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