A la claire fontaine

(OST: The Painted Veil )

At the clear fountain,
While I was strolling by,
I found the water so nice
That I went in to bathe.
So long I've been loving you,
I will never forget you.

Under an oak tree,
I dried myself.
On the highest branch,
A nightingale was singing.
Sing, nightingale, sing,
Your heart is so happy,
Your heart feels like laughing,
Mine feels like weeping.
I lost my beloved,
Without deserving it,
For a bunch of roses,
That I denied her.
I wanted the rose
To be still on the bush,
And my sweet beloved
To be still loving me.

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