Текст песни Roses Of Picardy - Richard Tauber
                                                She 
                                                is 
                                                watching 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                poplars,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Colinette 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                sea-blue 
                                                eyes,
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                is 
                                                watching 
                                                and 
                                                longing 
                                                and 
                                                waiting,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                the 
                                                long 
                                                white 
                                                roadway 
                                                lies,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    a 
                                                song 
                                                stirs 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                silence,
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                wind 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                boughs 
                                                above,
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                listens 
                                                and 
                                                starts 
                                                and 
                                                trembles,
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Tis 
                                                the 
                                                first 
                                                little 
                                                song 
                                                of 
                                                love.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Roses 
                                                are 
                                                shining 
                                                in 
                                                Picardy,
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                hush 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                silver 
                                                dew.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Roses 
                                                are 
                                                flow'ring 
                                                in 
                                                Picardy,
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                there's 
                                                never 
                                                    a 
                                                rose 
                                                like 
                                                you.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                roses 
                                                will 
                                                die 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                summertime,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                our 
                                                roads 
                                                may 
                                                be 
                                                far 
                                                apart,
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                there's 
                                                one 
                                                rose 
                                                that 
                                                dies 
                                                not 
                                                in 
                                                Picardy,
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Tis 
                                                the 
                                                rose 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                keep 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                heart!
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                years 
                                                fly 
                                                on 
                                                forever, 
                                                till 
                                                the 
                                                shadows 
                                                veil 
                                                their 
                                                skies,
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                he 
                                                loves 
                                                to 
                                                hold 
                                                her 
                                                little 
                                                hands,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                look 
                                                in 
                                                her 
                                                sea-blue 
                                                eyes.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                she 
                                                sees 
                                                the 
                                                road 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                poplars,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                they 
                                                met 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                bygone 
                                                years,
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                the 
                                                first 
                                                little 
                                                song 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                roses,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                the 
                                                last 
                                                little 
                                                song 
                                                she 
                                                hears.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Roses 
                                                are 
                                                shining 
                                                in 
                                                Picardy,
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                hush 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                silver 
                                                dew.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Roses 
                                                are 
                                                flow'ring 
                                                in 
                                                Picardy,
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                there's 
                                                never 
                                                    a 
                                                rose 
                                                like 
                                                you.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                roses 
                                                will 
                                                die 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                summertime,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                our 
                                                roads 
                                                may 
                                                be 
                                                far 
                                                apart,
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                there's 
                                                one 
                                                rose 
                                                that 
                                                dies 
                                                not 
                                                in 
                                                Picardy,
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Tis 
                                                the 
                                                rose 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                keep 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                heart!
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 I'm In Love With Vienna
2 You're Mine
3 Break Of Day
4 Love Is My Reason
5 We'll Gather Lilacs
6 Au Revoir (J'Attendrai)
7 To Music (An Die Musik)
8 At Dawning
9 Fascination
10 Love, Here Is My Heart
11 Maire, My Girl
12 The Dove ( La Paloma)
13 Speak To Me Of Love
14 Passing By
15 Roses Of Picardy
16 Pedro
17 Don't Be Cross
18 I Hear You Calling Me
19 When The Sun Goes Down
20 O Mädchen, Mein Mädchen
21 La Fleur Que Tu M'Avais Jetée
22 Eine Träum (The Dream)
23 Bildnissarie
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