Lyrics Эдита Пьеха - Город детства
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Где-то есть город, тихий, как сон
Пылью тягучей по грудь занесен
В медленной речке вода, как стекло
Где-то есть город, в котором тепло
Наше далекое детство там прошло...
Ночью из дома я поспешу
В кассе вокзала билет попрошу
Может, впервые за тысячу лет
Дайте до детства плацкартный билет
Тихо кассирша ответит: "Билетов нет"...
Ну что, дружище, как ей возразить,
Дорогу в детство где ещё спросить.
А может просто только иногда
Лишь в памяти своей приходим мы туда.
В городе этом сказки живут
Шалые ветры с собою зовут
Там нас порою сводили с ума
Сосны до неба, до солнца дома
Там по сугробам неслышно шла зима...
Дальняя песня в нашей судьбе.
Ласковый город - спасибо тебе,
Мы не приедем, напрасно не жди,
Есть на планете другие пути.
Мы повзрослели, поверь нам, и прости.
(ок. 1967)
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Музыка: Frank Miller
Русский текст (не перевод!): Р. Рождественский
Слова: Terry Gilkyson, Richard Dehr
Greenfields
(стилизация шотландской баллады):
Once there were green fields kissed by the Sun,
Once there were valleys, where rivers used to run,
Once there were blue sky with white clouds high above,
Once there were part of an everlasting love.
We were the loves who strolled thro' green fields.
Green fields are gone now, parched by the Sun,
Gone from the valleys where rivers used to run,
Gone with the cold wind that swept into my heart,
Gone with the lovers who let their dreams depart.
Where are the green fields that we used to roam?..
I'll never know what made you run away.
How can I keep searching when dark clouds hide the day?
I only know there's nothing here for me,
Nothing in this wide world left for me to see.
But I'll keep on waitin' till you return,
I'll keep on waitin' untill the day you learn.
You can't be happy while your heart's on the roam,
You can't be happy untill you bring it home,
Home to the green fields and me once again.
(Сотканы солнцем эти края,
Реки питали зелёные поля,
Небо синело средь белых облаков,
Двое влюблённых во власти сладких снов...
Мы - эти двое в бескрайних полях.
Реки иссохли, реки ушли,
Травы пожухли, дотла испепелены,
Ветер холодный сердца разъединил,
Ветер холодный мне душу застудил...
Где те долины ушедшей любви?...
Мне не узнать, что сделалось с тобой,
Что сияние солнца сменило сизой мглой,
Лишь знаю я: пустым стал белый свет,
Не на что глядеть мне, ничего в нём нет...
Но я всё надеюсь, жду: ты придёшь.
Я всё надеюсь: тепло ты сбережёшь.
Счастья не будет, покуда мы - в пути,
Счастья не будет, пока нам не войти
В дом, что стоит средь зелёных полей.)
(1959)
Пылью тягучей по грудь занесен
В медленной речке вода, как стекло
Где-то есть город, в котором тепло
Наше далекое детство там прошло...
Ночью из дома я поспешу
В кассе вокзала билет попрошу
Может, впервые за тысячу лет
Дайте до детства плацкартный билет
Тихо кассирша ответит: "Билетов нет"...
Ну что, дружище, как ей возразить,
Дорогу в детство где ещё спросить.
А может просто только иногда
Лишь в памяти своей приходим мы туда.
В городе этом сказки живут
Шалые ветры с собою зовут
Там нас порою сводили с ума
Сосны до неба, до солнца дома
Там по сугробам неслышно шла зима...
Дальняя песня в нашей судьбе.
Ласковый город - спасибо тебе,
Мы не приедем, напрасно не жди,
Есть на планете другие пути.
Мы повзрослели, поверь нам, и прости.
(ок. 1967)
--------------
Музыка: Frank Miller
Русский текст (не перевод!): Р. Рождественский
Слова: Terry Gilkyson, Richard Dehr
Greenfields
(стилизация шотландской баллады):
Once there were green fields kissed by the Sun,
Once there were valleys, where rivers used to run,
Once there were blue sky with white clouds high above,
Once there were part of an everlasting love.
We were the loves who strolled thro' green fields.
Green fields are gone now, parched by the Sun,
Gone from the valleys where rivers used to run,
Gone with the cold wind that swept into my heart,
Gone with the lovers who let their dreams depart.
Where are the green fields that we used to roam?..
I'll never know what made you run away.
How can I keep searching when dark clouds hide the day?
I only know there's nothing here for me,
Nothing in this wide world left for me to see.
But I'll keep on waitin' till you return,
I'll keep on waitin' untill the day you learn.
You can't be happy while your heart's on the roam,
You can't be happy untill you bring it home,
Home to the green fields and me once again.
(Сотканы солнцем эти края,
Реки питали зелёные поля,
Небо синело средь белых облаков,
Двое влюблённых во власти сладких снов...
Мы - эти двое в бескрайних полях.
Реки иссохли, реки ушли,
Травы пожухли, дотла испепелены,
Ветер холодный сердца разъединил,
Ветер холодный мне душу застудил...
Где те долины ушедшей любви?...
Мне не узнать, что сделалось с тобой,
Что сияние солнца сменило сизой мглой,
Лишь знаю я: пустым стал белый свет,
Не на что глядеть мне, ничего в нём нет...
Но я всё надеюсь, жду: ты придёшь.
Я всё надеюсь: тепло ты сбережёшь.
Счастья не будет, покуда мы - в пути,
Счастья не будет, пока нам не войти
В дом, что стоит средь зелёных полей.)
(1959)
Somewhere there is a city, quiet as a dream
The dust is viscous along the chest
In a slow river water, like glass
Somewhere there is a city in which heat
Our distant childhood there has passed ...
At night I'll hurry out of the house
In the ticket office of the station I will ask for a ticket
Maybe for the first time in a thousand years
Give before the childhood a reserved seat
Quietly the cashier will answer: "There are no tickets" ...
Well, my friend, how can she object,
The road to childhood where else to ask.
Or maybe just just sometimes
Only in our memory we come there.
In the city of this fairy tale live
Warm winds with him are called
There we sometimes drove crazy
Pine trees to the sky, to the sun of the house
There on the snowdrifts the winter was inaudible ...
A distant song in our destiny.
Affectionate city - thank you,
We will not come, do not wait in vain,
There are other ways on the planet.
We have matured, believe us, and forgive.
(circa 1967)
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Music: Frank Miller
Russian text (not translated!): R. Rozhdestvensky
Words: Terry Gilkyson, Richard Dehr
Greenfields
(stylization of the Scottish ballad):
Once there were green fields kissed by the Sun,
Once there were valleys, where rivers used to run,
Once there were blue sky with white clouds high above,
Once there were part of an everlasting love.
We were the loves who strolled thro 'green fields.
Green fields are gone now, parched by the Sun,
Gone from the valleys where rivers are used to run,
Gone with the cold wind that swept into my heart,
Gone with the lovers.
Where are the green fields that we used to roam? ..
I'll never know what made you run away.
How can I keep searching when dark clouds hide the day?
I only know there's nothing here for me,
Nothing in this wide world.
But I'll keep on waitin 'till you return,
I'll keep on waitin 'untill the day you learn.
You can not be happy while your heart's on the roam,
You can not be happy untill you bring it home,
Home to the green fields and me once again.
(These regions are woven by the sun,
The rivers fed green fields,
The sky was blue in the midst of white clouds,
Two lovers in the power of sweet dreams ...
We are these two in boundless fields.
The rivers were withered, the rivers were gone,
Herbs have become withered, utterly ashes,
The wind chilled the hearts apart,
The cold wind chilled my soul ...
Where are the valleys of the departed love? ...
I do not know what happened to you,
That the sunshine was replaced by a blue mist,
Only I know: the white light has become empty,
There is nothing to look at, nothing in it ...
But I hope, I wait: you will come.
I hope everything: you will save the heat.
There will be no happiness, as long as we are on the road,
There will be no happiness until we enter
In a house that stands among the green fields.)
(1959)
The dust is viscous along the chest
In a slow river water, like glass
Somewhere there is a city in which heat
Our distant childhood there has passed ...
At night I'll hurry out of the house
In the ticket office of the station I will ask for a ticket
Maybe for the first time in a thousand years
Give before the childhood a reserved seat
Quietly the cashier will answer: "There are no tickets" ...
Well, my friend, how can she object,
The road to childhood where else to ask.
Or maybe just just sometimes
Only in our memory we come there.
In the city of this fairy tale live
Warm winds with him are called
There we sometimes drove crazy
Pine trees to the sky, to the sun of the house
There on the snowdrifts the winter was inaudible ...
A distant song in our destiny.
Affectionate city - thank you,
We will not come, do not wait in vain,
There are other ways on the planet.
We have matured, believe us, and forgive.
(circa 1967)
--------------
Music: Frank Miller
Russian text (not translated!): R. Rozhdestvensky
Words: Terry Gilkyson, Richard Dehr
Greenfields
(stylization of the Scottish ballad):
Once there were green fields kissed by the Sun,
Once there were valleys, where rivers used to run,
Once there were blue sky with white clouds high above,
Once there were part of an everlasting love.
We were the loves who strolled thro 'green fields.
Green fields are gone now, parched by the Sun,
Gone from the valleys where rivers are used to run,
Gone with the cold wind that swept into my heart,
Gone with the lovers.
Where are the green fields that we used to roam? ..
I'll never know what made you run away.
How can I keep searching when dark clouds hide the day?
I only know there's nothing here for me,
Nothing in this wide world.
But I'll keep on waitin 'till you return,
I'll keep on waitin 'untill the day you learn.
You can not be happy while your heart's on the roam,
You can not be happy untill you bring it home,
Home to the green fields and me once again.
(These regions are woven by the sun,
The rivers fed green fields,
The sky was blue in the midst of white clouds,
Two lovers in the power of sweet dreams ...
We are these two in boundless fields.
The rivers were withered, the rivers were gone,
Herbs have become withered, utterly ashes,
The wind chilled the hearts apart,
The cold wind chilled my soul ...
Where are the valleys of the departed love? ...
I do not know what happened to you,
That the sunshine was replaced by a blue mist,
Only I know: the white light has become empty,
There is nothing to look at, nothing in it ...
But I hope, I wait: you will come.
I hope everything: you will save the heat.
There will be no happiness, as long as we are on the road,
There will be no happiness until we enter
In a house that stands among the green fields.)
(1959)