找个俄罗斯美女微信号:莎士比亚《仲夏夜之梦》

Woman, ah,
Diamond gorgeous, shining pearl,

Won the Queen for your imagination as false,
Around your forces only drugs, arrogance, Shannon, also killing sultry fragrance.

Woman, ah,
When you once again to pay tribute to the wealth, fame and fortune to the cheers of the power arm held high,
Please do not only have been asked about the singing of the thrush,
I do not know where it is flying,
Because her voice has dried up dumb dumb,
To true, the soul of honor and the demise of cleanliness.

Woman, ah,
Your gorgeous Diamond, flashing jewelry,
Who will pay attention to you under the beautiful appearance of the diamond-like faith.

Woman, ah,
When the love runs counter to his oath,
When you despair into tears for many of revenge,
Who would care about who have gone through your heart.

Woman, ah,
When you admire the love you cheers
For your loved one to singing,
Who would have moved it around very well placed in your side.

Woman, ah,
When you have to lay down their self-esteem to look for the dream,
Who cares about how your past behind.

Woman, ah,
When you pay for your love of the holy,
Can not follow God's side,
Who would you feel sad obsession.

Woman, ah,
When you have the appearance of your ignorance of what kind of light,
I do not know the devil has already offered to you dirty tongue.

Woman, ah, when you say that the sweet but I do not know the language of the vision would have been vicious.

Woman, ah, when you face the rise of secular holy chest of vision,
But I do not know how many behind the scenes face.

Woman, ah,
When you use the way you have to hold a memorial ceremony for the love,
Snakes do not know you have already wrapped the body, so that you lose the right direction.

Woman, ah,
When you use the nightingale-like voice hoarse singing for people,
They will cast aside your bloody mouth and face olgensis.

Woman, ah,
When you refuse to remember that your red roses,
They pulled out the bright flowers, black thorn root of your body over so your face is no longer follow him.

Woman, ah,
If the diamonds on behalf of the eternal,
Why do they put it for you to make false cloak.

Woman, ah,
If the smell of love on behalf of your sweet,
Why God would refuse your seductive fragrance, take you into the Witch's palace.

Woman, ah,
When you lose the power of freedom,
Why do people have to put your full flower-imposed exile in the grassland,
For you to wear the yoke of the cold, covered with wounds to whip you.

Woman, ah,
When you see the same Nightingale, enticing smell of incense, see the beautiful flowers,
With the yoke there is a jealousy of their vision,
Black soil your body, so that the prince had abandoned his beloved girl.

Woman, ah,
When you been tied up with thorns, the desire to meet the devil,
People fear you have become the object of the spittle.

Woman, ah,
If Rose on behalf of love,
How can they find a willing you will be happy to point it to your whole body bar,
Wife did not dare let your blood contaminated body for the gold ring you wear, not the liberation of the soul.

Woman, ah,
Holiness can not you show the face of belief,
Purity of heart you can not convey the yearning for God,
Sweet incense so that the devil is in the darkness only to find to your side,
When the diamond and shine for your light will be jealous of the vision,
When the power is no longer free to allow you to unlock the shackles of you is that the cold guillotine gun,
Nightingale like your songs down people's lips is like the venom,
Prince to erosion of the ears and beautiful clothes,
Those who sent you the rose petals with the people you cited Sheng blood red,
Noble also offer praise the devil, so that the angels away from you so that you can not find direction in the dark,
When you have been looking for a bright heaven, the devil is still erosion of his saliva flooding your body,
Angel mistakenly confuse you disguise as a witch,
You shed tears was as beautiful decoration,
Proud of the stove around the edge to the kids about how you perish.

Woman, ah,
When it was time for you to cry,
You can not find you in the direction,
Face with a charming, seductive tears of incense and gorgeous, arrogant, and
Into the holy temple