Аудио-запись: Мельница - "Горец" |
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Мой горец - парень удалой, Широкоплеч, высок, силен; Но не вернется он домой, Он на изгнанье осужден. Как мне его вернуть, О, как его вернуть? Я все бы горы отдала, Чтоб горца вновь домой вернуть. Соседи мирно спять в домах, А я брожу в тиши ночной; Сажусь и плачу я впотьмах О том, что нет его со мной. Как мне его вернуть, О, как его вернуть? Я все бы горы отдала, Чтоб горца вновь домой вернуть. Ах, знаю, знаю я, кого Повесить надо на сосне, Чтоб горца, друга моего, Вернуть лесам, горам и мне. Как мне его вернуть, О, как его вернуть? Я все бы горы отдала, Чтоб горца вновь домой вернуть. (Текст: Р. Бернс, первод C.Я.Маршака Музыка: Хелависа Аранжировка: Руслан Комляков) |
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Аудио-запись: Beatles - "Eleanor Rigby" |
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Ah! Look at all the lonely people Ah! Look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice in a church where a wedding has been Lives in a dream Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door Who is it for? All the lonely people, where do they all come from? All the lonely people, where do they all belong? Father McKenzie, writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear No one comes near Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there What does he care? All the lonely people, where do they all come from? All the lonely people, where do they all belong? Eleanor Rigby, died in the church and was buried along with her name Nobody came Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave No one was saved All the lonely people, where do they all come from? All the lonely people, where do they all belong? |
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Аудио-запись: Beatles - "Yesterday" |
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Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away Now it looks as though they're here to stay Oh, I believe in yesterday. Suddenly, I'm not half to man I used to be, There's a shadow hanging over me. Oh, yesterday came suddenly. Why she had to go I don't know she woldn't say. I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday. Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play. Now I need a place to hide away. Oh, I believe in yesterday. |
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