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The lady comes to the gate dressed in lavender and leather
Looking North to the sea she finds the weather fine
She hears the steeple bells ringing through the orchard
All the way from town
She watches seagulls fly
Silver on the ocean stitching through the waves
The edges of the sky

All On A Wintry Night
A bright star was shining down
Upon the little town of Bethlehem
The shepherds in their fields
Were amazed at the sound
Of angels singing in Jerusalem

The wise men made their way

Engler i snøen har sin egen sang
Når natta er som svartest synger de om soloppgang
Jeg stod i skyggene i regn og vind
Jeg var en fremmed til du åpnet deg og lot meg inn

Caught in the wild, angels in the wind
Silhouettes harmonize as the darkness takes them in
The song has no words, just a sweet surprise

Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair
His lips are like some rosey fair
The finest face and the neatest hands
I love the ground where on he stands

I love my love and well he knows
I love the grass where on he goes
If he on earth no more I did see

The trees they grow tall, the grass is growing green;
Many a cold and winter night that I alone have been.
It is a cold and cruel night when I must lie alone,
The Bonny Boy is young, but he is growing.

Oh! father, dear father I think you done me wrong
To go and get me married to one who is so young.
For he is only sixteen years and I am twenty-one.

[Chorus]
As we march down to Fannerio
As we march down to Fannerio
Our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove
And we called her by her name pretty Peggy-O

What will your mother think pretty Peggy-O?
What will your mother think pretty Peggy-O?

Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere, I've looked at clouds that way
But now they only block the sun, they rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done, but clouds got in my way
I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It's cloud's illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all

Well the smartest clipper you could find
Heave away haul away
Is the Margaret Evans on the Black Ball Line
Clear away the track and let the bullgine run.

Tell me now are you most done?
Heave away haul away
Every day we're closer to home

I'm gonna live my life like every day's the last
Without a simple goodbye it all goes by so fast

And now that you're gone I can't cry hard enough
No I can't cry hard enough for you to hear me now

Gonna open my eyes and see for the first time
I've let go of you like a child letting go of his kite

My child arrived just the other day,
He came to the world in the usual way.
But there were planes to catch and bills to pay.
He learned to walk while I was away.
And he was talking 'fore I knew it, and as he grew,
He'd say, "I'm gonna be like you, dad.
You know I'm gonna be like you."

I woke up, it was a Chelsea morning
And the first thing that I heard
Was a song outside my window
The traffic wrote the words
It came ringing up like Christmas bells
Rapping up like pipes and drums

Oh, won't you stay we'll put on the day

Travelin' down that coaltown road,
Listen to those rubber tires whine;
Goodbye to Buckeye and White Sycamore
I'm leavin' you behind.
I've been a coal man all my life
Layin' down track in the hole,
Got a back like an ironwood bent by the wind
Blood veins blue as the coal.

Bright as the sun in the dark night air
There appeared a heavenly light
To guide the wise men to the King of hope
Who was born on Christmas night
The wisdom child and his mother mild
Slept in a manger stall
In a stable low while the cattle moaned
And the angels stood their guard

Muffin warm and basket brown
Smiling faces gathered round our dinner table
Close together, hand in hand

[Chorus]
I always cook with honey
To sweeten up the night
We always cook with honey

ПРОЩАНИЕ С ТАРВАТИ

Прощай, о Тарвати, и Мормондский холм.
Зеленый мой Кримонд, мой солнечный дом.
Гренландия кличет, корабль наш готов –
На поиск добычи, на ловлю китов.

Рангоут под ветром поет и звенит,

The fisherman are pitching pennies
In the sand beside the sea
The sunrise hits their oilskin boots
And their painted boats and me
They seem to know the ocean
Like a man knows a woman
She makes him wait around for half the morning
For the tide to turn

He's the kind of guy
Puts on a motorcycle jacket
And he weighs about
A hundred and five

He's the kind of surfer
Got a ho daddy haircut
And you wonder how

Seems it was just a while ago
All of my friends and I
Went to each others weddings
And stood by each others side
And became brides

Talked to Kurt on the phone today
He said that he and Liz were through

Why all these bugles crying for squads of young men drilled
To kill and to be killed and waiting by this train?
Why the orders loud and hoarse, why the engine's groaning cough
As it strains to drag us off into the holocaust?
Why crowds who sing and cry, and shout and fling us flowers
And trade their right for ours to murder and to die?

The dove has torn her wings so no more songs of love

The lark in the morning she rises off her nest
And goes off in the air with the dew on her breast
Like a jolly plough boy she whistles and she sings
And comes home in the evening with the dew on her wings

Roger the ploughboy he is a bonny blade
He goes whistlin' and singin' through yonder long shade
He met with dark-eyed Susan she's handsome I declare

Oh, you are a mucky kid
Dirty as a dustbin lid
When he hears the things that you did
You'll get a belt from yer da
Oh, you have your father's nose
So crimson in the dark it glows
If you're not asleep when the boozers close
You'll get a belt from yer da

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on loch lomon'
Where me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of loch lomon'

Oh, ye'll tak' the high road and I'll tak' the low,
And I'll be in scotland afore ye;
For me and my true love will never meet again

I am a queen's daughter
I come from Capakin
In search of Lord Gregory
Pray God I find him

The rain beats on my yellow head
The dew wets my skin
My wee babe's cold in my arms

I am a maid of constant sorrow
I've seen trials all of my days
I'm going back to California
Place where I was partly raised

Your friends may say that I'm a stranger
My face they'll never see no more
There is but one promise that's given

Оригинальное исполнение: Bob Dylan

перевод:

Эй, хозяева войн,
Вы наделали мин,
Много пушек больших
И смертельных машин.

My father always promised us
That we would live in France
We'd go boating on the Seine
And I would learn to dance

We lived in Ohio then
He worked in the mines
On his dreams like boats

Jacob's heart bent with fear,
Like a bow with death for its arrow,
In Vain he search for the final truth
To set his soul free of doubt.

Over the mountains he walked,
With his head bent searching for reasons,
Then he called out to God

There was an old man who lived under the hill
O daddy be gay
There was an old man who lived under the hill
If he ain't goin' away he'd be livin' there still
Daddy be gay if you can be

One day the devil came down to his plow
O daddy be gay

No use cryin', talking to a stranger
Namin' the sorrow you've seen
Too many sad times, too many bad times
Nobody knows what you mean

But if somehow you could pack up your sorrows
And give them all to me
You would lose them, I know how to use them

Going down that highway
Going to try another town
Honey, when I've found what I'm lookin' for
Maybe I'll settle down.

Chorus
Why don't you help me brother
I'm a stranger in your town

There's a young man that I know
His age is twenty-one
Comes from down
In southern Colorado

Just out of the service
And he's looking for his fun
Someday soon, going with him

And the little one in my arms will sleep
Every rising of the moon makes
The years grow late
And the love in our hearts will keep

There are friends I will make
And bonds I will break
As the seasons roll by and

On the firefly platform on sunny Goodge Street
Violent hash-smoker shook a chocolate machine
Bobbed in an eating scene.
Smashing into neon streets in their stillness
Smearing their eyes on the crazy Kali goddess
Listenin' to sounds of Mingus mellow fantastic.
"My, my", they sigh,
"My, my", they sigh.

refrão:
Tell me who I'll marry
Tell me who he'll be
While the vistuly is flowing
By the green oak tree
While the vistuly is flowing
By the green oak tree

Colorado, Colorado
When the world leaves you shivering
And the blizzard blows,
When the snow flies and the night falls
There's a light in the window and a place called home
At the end of the storm.

One night on the mountain I was headed for Estes

I'll learn to love the fallow way
When winter draws the valley down
And stills the rivers in their storm
And freezes all the little brooks
Time when our steps slow to the song
Of falling flakes and crackling flames
When silver stars are high and still
Deep in the velvet of the night sky

Wind in the willows, play in the reeds
Heavenly music whispers and pleads
Come to the river, sail to the sea
All of your life is waiting to be

Wind in the willows, strange melodies
All who would hear them lean to the breeze
Birds acapella, add to the song