歌手: kokia 发布时间：
词：Traditional
曲：Traditional
Black is the colour of my true love's fair
黑色是我爱人头发的颜色
Her lips are like some roses fair
她的嘴唇像绽放的玫瑰花瓣
And the sweetest smile
甜蜜的笑容
The gentlest hands
温柔的双手
I love the ground whereon she stands
我爱她脚下的土地
I love my love, and well she knows
她知道 我 爱我所爱
I love the ground whereon she goes
我爱她脚下的土地
I wish the day soon would come
我希望这一天不久会到来
When she and I will be as one
那时我们会成为一个整体
I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep
我去克莱德 她哀恸哭泣
But satisfied I never shall be
但我永远不会满足
I'll write her a letter just a few short lines
我写给她一封简短的信
And suffer death a thousand times
而遭受死亡千次
Black is the colour of my true love's fair
黑色是我爱人头发的颜色
Her lips are like some roses fair
她的嘴唇像绽放的玫瑰花瓣
And the sweetest smile
甜蜜的笑容
The gentlest hands
温柔的双手
I love the ground whereon she stands
我爱她脚下的土地