John Jeffreys - Black Stitchel
Русский перевод
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As I was lying on Black Stitchel
The wind was blowing from the South
And I was thinking of the laughters
Of my love's mouth
As I was lying on Black Stitchel
The wind was blowing from the West :
And I was thinking of the quiet
Of my love's breast
As I was lying on Black Stitchel
The wind was blowing from the North
And I was thinking of the countries
Black with wrath
As I was lying on Black Stitchel
The wind was blowing from the East :
And I could think no more for pity
Of man and beast
The wind was blowing from the South
And I was thinking of the laughters
Of my love's mouth
As I was lying on Black Stitchel
The wind was blowing from the West :
And I was thinking of the quiet
Of my love's breast
As I was lying on Black Stitchel
The wind was blowing from the North
And I was thinking of the countries
Black with wrath
As I was lying on Black Stitchel
The wind was blowing from the East :
And I could think no more for pity
Of man and beast
Когда я лежал на Черном Ститчеле
Ветер дул с юга
И я думал о смехе
Об устах моей любви
Когда я лежал на Черном Ститчеле
Ветер дул с запада :
И я думал о тишине
О груди моей любви
Когда я лежал на Черном Стежке
Ветер дул с севера
И я думал о странах
Черный от гнева
Когда я лежал на Черном Стежке
Ветер дул с Востока:
И я больше не мог думать из жалости
О человеке и звере
Ветер дул с юга
И я думал о смехе
Об устах моей любви
Когда я лежал на Черном Ститчеле
Ветер дул с запада :
И я думал о тишине
О груди моей любви
Когда я лежал на Черном Стежке
Ветер дул с севера
И я думал о странах
Черный от гнева
Когда я лежал на Черном Стежке
Ветер дул с Востока:
И я больше не мог думать из жалости
О человеке и звере
