Песня «Krummavisur»
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• Spancil Hill (Russian Lyrics)

  Spiritual seasons

  

  Тревожный сон меня терзал, уставшего за день. Всю ночь и вечер я летал, парил на высоте С ветрами вместе над холмом знакомым и родным Где мать, отец и дом родной и крест стоит в пыли. Я у креста теперь стою, кругом шумит толпа. Июньский день идёт к концу и ярмарка пуста. Старик седой и молодёжь смеются и поют. И на широкий вольный холм дары свои несут. Кругом соседи, ребятня, родня и отчий дом. Смотрю на камень близ себя и верится с трудом. Лежит он здесь с полтыщи лет, привык к дождям и ветрам. Широкий холм его хранит, не даст забыть и нам. Но мой полёт не просто так свершился в эту ночь В награду камень мне послал земли ирланской дочь. Она как лилия бела, голубкой чистой как снег. Источник teksty-pesenok.ru Из тени камня приплыла с оружием в руке. И бросив меч к моим ногам сколнилась мне на грудь. "О милый Джонни, я тебя по прежнему люблю!" Уж я её любил, ласкал на зависть всем в эту ночь. Цветок холмов, мою любовь, камней ирландских дочь. И я и Нед слились в одно не помня ни о чём Очнувшись тихо застонал я с криком петухов Открыл глаза- о боже мой! Но где же милая Нед? Я в Калифорнии друзья- холмов в помине нет.

  
• Transcarpathian

  Spiritual seasons

  

  
• Tarry Trowsers

  Spiritual seasons

  

  One fine morning as I was walking, The weather being bright and clear, I overheard a tender mother, Talking to her daughter dear. "Daughter, I would have you marry, No longer lead a single life." "O no," said she, "I'd rather tarry, For my jolly sailor bright." "Sailors they are given to roving, Into foreign parts they go; Then they leave you broken-hearted, Full of sorrow, grief and woe." "Mother, would you have me wed a farmer, Take from me my heart's delight! Give me the lad whose tarry tarry trowsers Shine to my eyes like diamonds bright."

  
• Olavur Riddararos

  Spiritual seasons

  

  Ólavur ríður eftir bjøgunum fram Kol og smiður við Fann hann upp á eitt álvarann Ungir kallar, kátir kallar, gangið upp á golv Dansið lystillig Út tá kom eitt tað álvafljóð, Kol og smiður við Flættað hár á herðar dró Ungir kallar, kátir kallar, gangið upp á golv Dansið lystillig \"Ver vælkomin, harra Riddararós, Kol og smiður við Kom og dans og kvøð fyri os\" Ungir kallar, kátir kallar, gangið upp á golv Ungir kallar, kátir kallar, gangið upp á golv Ungir kallar, kátir kallar, gangið upp á golv Dansið lystillig (\"Eg kann ikki meira hjá álvum vera, í morgin lati eg mítt brúdleyp gera\") \"Vilt tú ikki meira hjá álvum vera Kol og smiður við Sjúkan skal eg títt brúdleyp gera\" \"Fyrr vil eg í morgin til moldar gá Kol og smiður vid Enn eg vil sjey vetur liggja á strá\" Ungir kallar, kátir kallar, gangið upp á golv Dansið lystillig Hon skonkti honum í drykkjuhorn Kol og smiður við Har fór í tað eitukorn Ungir kallar, kátir kallar, gangið upp á golv Dansið lystillig Ungir kallar, kátir kallar, gangið upp á golv Dansið lystillig

  
• Some Say the Devil Is Dead

  Spiritual seasons

  

  Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army Feed the pigs and milk the cow, and milk the cow, and milk the cow Feed the pigs and milk the cow, early in the morning Cock your leg, oh Paddy dear, Paddy dear I'm over here Cock your leg, oh Paddy dear, it's time to stop your yawning Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army Katie she is tall and thin, she's tall and thin, and tall and thin Katie she is tall and thin, and like her drops of brandy Drinks it in the bed each night, drinks it in the bed each night Drinks it in the bed each night, it makes her nice and randy Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney More say he rose again, more say he rose again More say he rose again and joined the British Army The wife she has the hairy thing, a hairy thing, a hairy thing The wife she has the hairy thing, she showed it to me on Sunday She bought it in the furrier's shop, bought it in the furrier's shop She bought it in the furriers's shop, it's going back on Monday