Текст песни Nightwish - Once Upon A Troubadour
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Singing dancing finding answers to every why
The taverns are full and one crosses my path, too
I just might reward myself with a beer or two
This inn the place of many romantic tales
On the loft women offer their sales
But my eyes they catch a girl beat by everyone
A slave she is but for me a rose undone
Hear me sing
Watch me dance
Play that lute of thine
And share with me this dance
As she danced my eyes began to shine
There she was the maiden so divine
How could I approach her with my outlook so poor
Her beauty being much more than I could endure
So I asked if I could sing a chanson
With a language of ancient and of lore
Gathered the men around us me and the girl in rags
Soon were the melodies heard by everyone
Hear us sing
Watch us dance
Sing with us this tale
With a clap of hands
The stories long-forgotten we still know
Performing our skills wherever we go
I end my story as I receive a kiss
From my girl the dearest Beatrice
Hear us sing
Watch us dance
Sing with us the tales
Which the music will keep alive
Жил да был трубадур
Я - одинокий бард, путешествующий по разным местам.
Танцующий, поющий, находящий ответ на каждое "почему"
Таверны полны, и одна стоит прямо передо мной.
Я просто думаю, не наградить ли себя кружкой пива или двумя?
Этот постоялый двор - место многих романтических историй.
На чердаке женщины предлагают свой товар,
Но мои глаза останавливаются на той, что всеми избита,
Здесь она рабыня, но для меня - нераскрывшийся бутон...
Послушай, как я пою,
Посмотри, как я танцую,
Наиграй на своей лютне
И раздели со мной этот танец...
Пока она танцевала, мои глаза начали сиять,
Она была божественна.
Как я мог предстать перед ней в таком ужасном виде!
Ее красота намного больше, чем я могу вынести...
И я спросил, могу ли спеть песню
На языке древних и мудрых.
Люди столпились вокруг нас - меня и девушки в тряпье.
Вскоре мелодию услышали все, кто пришел...
Послушайте, как мы поём,
Посмотрите, как мы танцуем.
Спойте с нами этот рассказ
И хлопайте в ладони....
Мы все еще помним давно забытые истории,
Показывая наши умения там, куда бы ни пошли.
Я же заканчиваю свою историю тем, что получаю поцелуй
От моей девушки, дорогой Беатрис....
Послушайте, как мы поём,
Посмотрите, как мы танцуем.
Спойте с нами эти рассказы,
Которые музыка сохранит живыми.... A lonely bard wandering across the lands am I
Singing dancing finding answers to every why
The taverns are full and one crosses my path, too
I just might reward myself with a beer or two
This inn the place of many romantic tales
On the loft women offer their sales
But my eyes they catch a girl beat by everyone
A slave she is but for me a rose undone
Hear me sing
Watch me dance
Play that lute of thine
And share with me this dance
As she danced my eyes began to shine
There she was the maiden so divine
How could I approach her with my outlook so poor
Her beauty being much more than I could endure
So I asked if I could sing a chanson
With a language of ancient and of lore
Gathered the men around us me and the girl in rags
Soon were the melodies heard by everyone
Hear us sing
Watch us dance
Sing with us this tale
With a clap of hands
The stories long-forgotten we still know
Performing our skills wherever we go
I end my story as I receive a kiss
From my girl the dearest beatrice
Hear us sing
Watch us dance
Sing with us the tales
Which the music will keep alive
Once upon a time there was a troubadour
I am a lone bard traveling to different places.
Dancing, singing, finding an answer to every & quot; why & quot;
The taverns are full and one stands right in front of me.
I’m just thinking about rewarding myself with a beer or two?
This inn is the place of many romantic stories.
In the attic, women offer their goods,
But my eyes stop at the one that everyone has beaten,
Here she is a slave, but for me - an unopened bud ...
Listen to me sing
Watch me dance
Play your lute
And share this dance with me ...
While she was dancing my eyes began to shine
She was divine.
How could I appear before her in such a terrible form & # 33;
Her beauty is much more than I can bear ...
And I asked if I could sing a song
In the language of the ancients and the wise.
People crowded around us - me and the girls in rags.
Soon the melody was heard by everyone who came ...
Listen to the way we sing
See how we dance.
Sing this story with us
And clap your hands ....
We still remember long forgotten stories
Showing our skills wherever we go.
I end my story by getting a kiss
From my girlfriend, dear Beatrice ....
Listen to the way we sing
See how we dance.
Sing these stories with us
Which music will keep alive ....
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