Текст песни Эдита Пьеха - Город детства

Где-то есть город, тихий, как сон
Пылью тягучей по грудь занесен
В медленной речке вода, как стекло
Где-то есть город, в котором тепло
Наше далекое детство там прошло...

Ночью из дома я поспешу
В кассе вокзала билет попрошу
Может, впервые за тысячу лет
Дайте до детства плацкартный билет
Тихо кассирша ответит: "Билетов нет"...

Ну что, дружище, как ей возразить,
Дорогу в детство где ещё спросить.
А может просто только иногда
Лишь в памяти своей приходим мы туда.

В городе этом сказки живут
Шалые ветры с собою зовут
Там нас порою сводили с ума
Сосны до неба, до солнца дома
Там по сугробам неслышно шла зима...

Дальняя песня в нашей судьбе.
Ласковый город - спасибо тебе,
Мы не приедем, напрасно не жди,
Есть на планете другие пути.
Мы повзрослели, поверь нам, и прости.
(ок. 1967)
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Музыка: Frank Miller
Русский текст (не перевод!): Р. Рождественский

Слова: Terry Gilkyson, Richard Dehr
Greenfields
(стилизация шотландской баллады):

Once there were green fields kissed by the Sun,
Once there were valleys, where rivers used to run,
Once there were blue sky with white clouds high above,
Once there were part of an everlasting love.
We were the loves who strolled thro' green fields.

Green fields are gone now, parched by the Sun,
Gone from the valleys where rivers used to run,
Gone with the cold wind that swept into my heart,
Gone with the lovers who let their dreams depart.
Where are the green fields that we used to roam?..

I'll never know what made you run away.
How can I keep searching when dark clouds hide the day?
I only know there's nothing here for me,
Nothing in this wide world left for me to see.

But I'll keep on waitin' till you return,
I'll keep on waitin' untill the day you learn.
You can't be happy while your heart's on the roam,
You can't be happy untill you bring it home,
Home to the green fields and me once again.

(Сотканы солнцем эти края,
Реки питали зелёные поля,
Небо синело средь белых облаков,
Двое влюблённых во власти сладких снов...
Мы - эти двое в бескрайних полях.

Реки иссохли, реки ушли,
Травы пожухли, дотла испепелены,
Ветер холодный сердца разъединил,
Ветер холодный мне душу застудил...
Где те долины ушедшей любви?...

Мне не узнать, что сделалось с тобой,
Что сияние солнца сменило сизой мглой,
Лишь знаю я: пустым стал белый свет,
Не на что глядеть мне, ничего в нём нет...

Но я всё надеюсь, жду: ты придёшь.
Я всё надеюсь: тепло ты сбережёшь.
Счастья не будет, покуда мы - в пути,
Счастья не будет, пока нам не войти
В дом, что стоит средь зелёных полей.)
(1959)

Somewhere there is a city as quiet as a dream
Dust is drawn on the chest
In a slow river, water is like glass
Somewhere there is a city in which it is warm
Our distant childhood passed there ...

At night from home I will hurry
I’ll ask for a ticket at the ticket office
Maybe for the first time in a thousand years
Give a reserved seat ticket to your childhood
Quietly the cashier will answer: “No tickets” ...

Well, my friend, how can she object?
Road to childhood where else to ask.
Or maybe just only sometimes
Only in our memory do we come there.

In this city, fairy tales live
Naughty winds are calling
There we were sometimes driven crazy
Pines to the sky, to the sun at home
There, in the snowdrifts, winter went inaudibly ...

A distant song in our destiny.
Affectionate city - thank you
We won’t come, don’t wait in vain
There are other ways on the planet.
We have matured, believe us, and I'm sorry.
(c. 1967)
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Music: Frank Miller
Russian text (not translation!): R. Rozhdestvensky

Words: Terry Gilkyson, Richard Dehr
Greenfields
(Scottish ballad stylization):

Once there were green fields kissed by the Sun,
Once there were valleys, where rivers used to run,
Once there were blue sky with white clouds high above,
Once there were part of an everlasting love.
We were the loves who strolled thro 'green fields.

Green fields are gone now, parched by the Sun,
Gone from the valleys where rivers used to run,
Gone with the cold wind that swept into my heart,
Gone with the lovers who let their dreams depart.
Where are the green fields that we used to roam? ..

I'll never know what made you run away.
How can I keep searching when dark clouds hide the day?
I only know there's nothing here for me,
Nothing in this wide world left for me to see.

But I'll keep on waitin 'till you return,
I'll keep on waitin 'untill the day you learn.
You can't be happy while your heart's on the roam,
You can't be happy untill you bring it home,
Home to the green fields and me once again.

(These edges are woven by the sun,
Rivers fed green fields
The sky turned blue in the midst of white clouds
Two lovers in the power of sweet dreams ...
We are the two in endless fields.

The rivers are withered, the rivers are gone
Grasses burned to ashes
The cold wind blew the hearts apart
The cold wind froze my soul ...
Where are the valleys of departed love? ...

I don’t know what happened to you
That the radiance of the sun has replaced the gray haze,
I only know: the white light has become empty
There is nothing to look at me, there is nothing in it ...

But I hope everything, I wait: you will come.
I hope everything: you will save heat.
There will be no happiness as long as we are on the road
There will be no happiness until we enter
To the house, which stands in the midst of green fields.)
(1959)