Lyrics The Incredible String Band - Fair As You
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моя прекраснейшая любовь, я живу и
учусь песням, что звенят правдой,
их мысль ясна,
их слова малочисленны,
их мелодии благоухают сосной.
любовь живёт между строк,
брошенная в свой воздушный полёт.
когда же слов не останется,
их не останется,
тогда Солнце споёт мою песню.
в лесу, влажном от рассветной росы,
когда чудо наполняет собой воздух,
я думаю, вот бы угнаться за
мелодией, что столь истинна,
чья благосклонная форма
подойдёт ко мне,
благословляя душу на каждом повороте,
и разукрашенной, как рука радуги,
столь редких оттенков,
редчайших оттенков.
Солнце, оно споёт мою песню.
My fairest love I live and
learn the songs that ring true
Whose message is plain
whose words are few
whose melodies smell of the pines
love dwells between the lines
cast upon the air to fly
when words won't do
Words won't do
The sun he sings a song
In forest moist at break of day
When wonder fills the air
I thought to pluck at break of dawn
a melody so fair
Whose gracious form
can match your own
Your soul blessed in every turn
colored by the rainbow's pen
in tints so rare
Tints so rare
The sun he sings a song.
учусь песням, что звенят правдой,
их мысль ясна,
их слова малочисленны,
их мелодии благоухают сосной.
любовь живёт между строк,
брошенная в свой воздушный полёт.
когда же слов не останется,
их не останется,
тогда Солнце споёт мою песню.
в лесу, влажном от рассветной росы,
когда чудо наполняет собой воздух,
я думаю, вот бы угнаться за
мелодией, что столь истинна,
чья благосклонная форма
подойдёт ко мне,
благословляя душу на каждом повороте,
и разукрашенной, как рука радуги,
столь редких оттенков,
редчайших оттенков.
Солнце, оно споёт мою песню.
My fairest love I live and
learn the songs that ring true
Whose message is plain
whose words are few
whose melodies smell of the pines
love dwells between the lines
cast upon the air to fly
when words won't do
Words won't do
The sun he sings a song
In forest moist at break of day
When wonder fills the air
I thought to pluck at break of dawn
a melody so fair
Whose gracious form
can match your own
Your soul blessed in every turn
colored by the rainbow's pen
in tints so rare
Tints so rare
The sun he sings a song.
My most beautiful love, I live and
I am studying the songs that they ring the truth
Their thought is clear
Their words are small
Their melodies are fragrant pine.
Love lives between the lines,
thrown into your air flight.
when there is no words left,
They will not remain
Then the sun will sing my song.
In the forest, wet from dawn dew,
When a miracle fills the air,
I think that I wish I would keep up with
a melody that is so true
Whose favorable form
Suitable for me
Blessing the soul at every turn,
and decorated like a rainbow's hand,
so rare shades,
rare shades.
The sun, it will sing my song.
My Fairest Love I Live and
Learn The Songs that Ring True
Whose Message Is Plain
Whose Words Are Few
Whose Melodies Smell of the Pines
Love Dwells Between The Lines
Cast Upon The Air to Fly
whether words won`t do
Words Won'T Do
The Sun He Sings a Song
In Forest Moist at Break of Day
When Wonder Fills The Air
I Though to Pluck at Break of Dawn
A Melody So Fair
Whose Gracious Form
Can Match Your Own
YOUR SOL BLESSED in EVERY TURN
Colored by the rainbow's pen
In Tints So Rare
Tints So Rare
The Sun He Sings a Song.
I am studying the songs that they ring the truth
Their thought is clear
Their words are small
Their melodies are fragrant pine.
Love lives between the lines,
thrown into your air flight.
when there is no words left,
They will not remain
Then the sun will sing my song.
In the forest, wet from dawn dew,
When a miracle fills the air,
I think that I wish I would keep up with
a melody that is so true
Whose favorable form
Suitable for me
Blessing the soul at every turn,
and decorated like a rainbow's hand,
so rare shades,
rare shades.
The sun, it will sing my song.
My Fairest Love I Live and
Learn The Songs that Ring True
Whose Message Is Plain
Whose Words Are Few
Whose Melodies Smell of the Pines
Love Dwells Between The Lines
Cast Upon The Air to Fly
whether words won`t do
Words Won'T Do
The Sun He Sings a Song
In Forest Moist at Break of Day
When Wonder Fills The Air
I Though to Pluck at Break of Dawn
A Melody So Fair
Whose Gracious Form
Can Match Your Own
YOUR SOL BLESSED in EVERY TURN
Colored by the rainbow's pen
In Tints So Rare
Tints So Rare
The Sun He Sings a Song.