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MIDI SOUBORY: |
Zdarma je pouze DEMO ukázka. Chcete-li stáhnout celou verzi midi souboru, klikněte levým tlačítkem myši na ikonu "KOUPIT" a otevře se Vám okno, ve kterém zaplatíte a stáhnete midi soubor. Stahování MIDI souborů je povoleno přihlášeným uživatelům, kteří mají na reg.kontě zaslanou zálohu na autorské poplatky. Pro přehrávání DEMO ukázky používejte Van Basco Karaoke Player, jiné programy nemusí umět zkrácený soubor přehrát. |
PŘÍLOHY KE SKLADBĚ |
![]() The Demon Lover![]() Where have you been my long lost love This seven long years and more ? I'm come to seek my former vows You granted me before. I might have married a king's daughter Far far beyond the sea But I've refused the crowns of gold All for the love of thee. If you might have married the king's daughter Yourself you have to blame For I am married to a ship's carpenter And to him I have a son. O what have you to keep me with If with you I should go If I'd forsake my dear husband And my young son also ? I have seven ships upon the sea The eighth brought me to land With four and twenty mariners And music on every hand. She's taken up her little young son And kissed him cheek and chin O fare you well my own young son For I'll never see you again. She set her foot upon the ship No mariners could she behold But the sails were of the shining silk And the masts of beaten gold. They had not sailed a mile away Never a mile but one When she began to weep and mourn And to think on her young son. O hold your tongue my dearest dear Let all your mourning be I'll show you where the white lilies grow On the banks of Italy. They had not sailed a league a league A league but barely three Till altered grew his countenance And gurly grew the sea. O hold your tongue my dearest dear Let all your mourning be I'll show you where the white fishes swim On the bottom of the sea. He struck the topmast with his hand The foremast with his knee And he brake that gallant ship in twain And sank her in the sea. ![]() Text zaslal: Michal |
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