Farewell, Angelina, the bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound The triangle tingles and the trumpets play slow Farewell
Farewell, Angelina The bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound. The triangle tingles And the trumpets play slow. Farewell, Angelina
译文: 琼贝兹. 别了，安吉丽娜.
Farewell, Angelina The bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound. The triangle tingles And the trumpets play slow. Farewell
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