Текст: The Decemberists. Isn't It A Lovely Night?.

:
Isn't it a lovely night?
And so alive
With fireflies
Providing us their holy light

And here we made a bed of boughs
And thistle down
That we had found
To lay upon the dewey ground

And isn't it a lovely way
We got it in from our play
Isn't it babe? A sweet little baby

And wasn't it a lovely breeze?
That swept the leaves of arbor eaves
And bent to brush of blushing knees?

And here we died our little deaths
And we were left to catch our breaths
So swiftly lifting from our chests

And isn't it a lovely way
We got it in from our play
Isn't it babe? A sweet little baby


(Thanks to EJennings for correcting these lyrics)