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 Хильда
17.09.2007 9:17:11
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Захотела научить свою племянницу петь по-английски «Пусть всегда будет солнце!» (по-русски она уже давно голосит эту песенку). Но вспомнила только первый куплет, да и то через строчку:(((
Мамы и папы!
У кого есть АНГЛИЙСКИЙ ТЕКСТ? Выложите, плиз, в топик.
А может заодно и Катюша есть? Только не «Не родись красивой», а «Расцветали яблони и груши...»
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Мона
17.09.2007 9:54:36
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1.Bright blue the sky.
Sun up on high
That was the little boy’s picture
He drew for you
Wrote for you, too
Just to make clear what he drew.
Припев:
May there always be sunshine,
May there always be blue skies,
May there always be mummy,
May there always be me!
2.My little friend,
Listen, my friend,
Peace is the dream of the people
Hearts old and young
Never have done
Singing the song you have sung.
3.Soldier lad, stay!
Hear what we say—
War would make all of us losers
Peace is our prize
Millions of eyes
Anxiously gaze at the skies.
4.Down with all war!
We want no more.
People stand up for you children
Sing everyone—
Peace must be won,
Dark clouds must not hide the sun.
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Хильда
17.09.2007 10:06:57
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Пасибки, Мона!:))) Аграмадное!:))
А «Катюши» нет ни у кого?:)))
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Хильда
17.09.2007 14:56:10
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Люди!
У кого есть перевод «Катюши»?
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Танюша
17.09.2007 15:02:04
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А где вообще в нете можно брать английские тексты песен?
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"Анонимно"
17.09.2007 15:06:18
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А ведь в Инете есть поиск:
Blossoms graces the apple trees and pear trees.
Mist upon the river floated by.
Down Katusha came to gather berries
On the cliff top rising steepe and high.
There she walked and there she started singing
Of the dive-grey eagle of the step
Of the one that she had heart her winging
Of the one whoose letters she had kept.
Song of love her maiden love declaring,
Chase the sun and speed without delay.
Warmest greeting from Katusha bearing
To the border guardman far away.
May the boy his village girl remember,
May he hear her love of tenderness,
May he guard his native land forever,
And Katusha guard her love no less.
Blossoms filled the apple trees and pear trees,
Mist upon the river floated by,
Down Katusha came to gather berries
On the cliff top rising steepe ang high.
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