Nhạc sĩ: Peter Von Poehl | Lời: Peter Von Poehl
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The beauty of Lalisa,
the
dark spire of feet,
and the spirits rising high.
The falcon and the white dove,
we saved Martin's luck,
and a taste for Kobyla.
One minute more,
that's all she asked.
Isn't it strange that even death wears a mask?
And
if it's Duke away,
young heart's great.
And I'm too old, and I made too many mistakes.
The beauty of Lalisa,
the
dark spire of feet,
and spirits rising high.
Where secrets long to be revealed,
you have my word.
They weather when scold and sick.
The beauty of Lalisa.
The beauty of Lalisa.
