Ярмарка в Скарборо
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- Барыня ≅ Barynya
- Беда ≅ My woe
- Калинка ≅ Kalinka
- Ой, то не вечер ≅ It's not evening
- Полюшко-поле ≅ Russian song - O My Field
- Сорока-ворона ≅ The Magpie-Сrow
- У ворот ≅ At the Gate
- Чай ≅ Tea
- Ярмарка в Скарборо ≅ Scarborough Fair
Вы едете в Скабро на ярмарку?
Розмарин, петрушка, шалфей,
Поклон от меня тому парню,
Что был любовью моей
Скажите, чтоб сшил блузку мне из батиста
Розмарин, петрушка, шалфей,
Чтобы была без швов и без ниток,
Чтобы опять он был мой
Скажите, чтобы он нашёл мне земли
Розмарин, петрушка, шалфей,
Меж берегом и водой солёной
Чтобы опять он был мой
Вы едете в Скабро на ярмарку?
Розмарин, петрушка, шалфей,
Поклон от меня тому парню,
Что был любовью моей
Are you going to Scarborough fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
He once was a true love of mine
Tell him to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seam nor needlework
Then he'll be a true love of mine
Tell him to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the salt water and the sea strand
Then he'll be a true love of mine
Are you going to Scarborough fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
He once was a true love of mine
SIMON & GARFUNKEL LYRICS
Are you going to Scarborough Fair:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.
On the side of a hill in the deep forest green.
Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown.
Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
Without no seams nor needle work,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves.
Washes the grave with silvery tears.
A soldier cleans and polishes a gun.
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.
Tell her to find me an acre of land:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
Between the salt water and the sea strand,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions.
General order their soldiers to kill.
And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten.
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
And gather it all in a bunch of heather,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.