When the mellow moon begins to beam,
Ev’ry night I dream a little dream
And of course Prince Charming is the theme,
The he for me
Although I realize as well as you
It is seldom that a dream comes true
For/To me it’s clear
That he’ll appear
Some day he’ll come along,
The man I love
And he’ll be big and strong,
The man I love
And when he comes my way
I’ll do my best to make him stay
He’ll look at me and smile
I’ll understand
And in a little while,
He’ll take my hand
And though it seems absurd,
I know we both won’t say a word
Maybe I shall meet him Sunday
Maybe Monday, maybe not
Still I’m sure to meet him one day
Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day
He’ll build a little home
Just meant for two,
From which I’ll never roam,
Who would — would you?
And so all else above
I’m waiting for the man I love
Когда восходит нежная луна,
Мне каждую ночь снится короткий сон.
И, конечно, он о Прекрасном Принце,
Том единственном, для меня,
Хотя я понимаю, как и вы,
Что сны редко сбываются
Но мне ясно,
Что он появится.
Однажды он придет,
Любимый мой.
Он будет высоким и сильным,
Любимый мой.
И когда судьба сведет нас,
Я сделаю все, чтобы он остался со мной.
Он взглянет на меня и улыбнется,
И я все пойму,
А затем,
Он возьмет меня за руку
И, хотя это кажется нелепым,
Мы оба не произнесем ни слова.
Быть может, я встречу его в воскресенье,
Быть может, в понедельник, а может, и нет
Но я уверена, что однажды встречу его
Быть может, вторник принесет мне добрую весть.
Он построит небольшой домик,
Как раз для двоих,
Из которого я никогда не уйду.
А кто бы ушел – вы бы захотели?
Так что, больше всего на свете
Я жду своего любимого.
When the mellow moon begins to beam,
Ev’ry night I dream a little dream
And of course Prince Charming is the theme,
The he for me
Although I realize as well as you
It is seldom that a dream comes true
For / To me it’s clear
That he’ll appear
Some day he’ll come along,
The man i love
And he’ll be big and strong,
The man i love
And when he comes my way
I’ll do my best to make him stay
He’ll look at me and smile
I’ll understand
And in a little while,
He’ll take my hand
And though it seems absurd,
I know we both won’t say a word
Maybe I shall meet him Sunday
Maybe Monday, maybe not
Still I’m sure to meet him one day
Maybe Tuesday
He’ll build a little home
Just meant for two,
From which I’ll never roam,
Who would - you?
And so all else above
I’m waiting for the man I love
When the gentle moon rises,
I have a short dream every night.
And, of course, he is about the Beautiful Prince,
Tom is the only one for me
Although I understand, like you,
That dreams rarely come true
But it is clear to me
What will it appear?
One day he will come,
My favorite.
He will be tall and strong.
My favorite.
And when fate brings us together,
I will do everything so that he stays with me.
He will look at me and smile,
And I understand everything
And then,
He will take my hand
And, although it seems ridiculous,
We both will not utter a word.
Perhaps I will meet him on Sunday,
Maybe on monday or maybe not
But I’m sure that one day I’ll meet him
Maybe Tuesday will bring me good news.
He will build a small house,
Just for two,
From which I will never leave.
And who would have left - would you want?
So, more than anything else
I'm waiting for my lover.