Nhạc sĩ: Alexander Borodin, Nikolai Rimsky Korsakov, Alexander Glazunov, Robert Wright, George Forrest
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
Oh, why do the leaves of the mulberry tree
whisper differently now?
And why is the nightingale singing at noon on the mulberry bough?
Was some most mysterious reason this isn't the garden I know?
Take my hand, I'm a stranger in paradise,
All lost in a wonderland,
a stranger in paradise.
If I stand starry-eyed,
that's a danger in paradise,
For mortals who stand beside an
angel like you.
I saw your face, and I ascended,
Out of the commonplace,
into the rare.
Won't you answer the fervent prayer of a stranger in paradise?
Don't send me in dark despair.
From all that I hunger for.
