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  • Текст песни Simon Khorolskiy - I Am Dreaming of the Mountains

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    I am dreaming of the mountains of my home
    Of the mountains where in childhood I would roam
    I have dwelt 'neath southern skies
    Where the summer never dies
    But my heart is in the mountains of my home

    I can see the little homestead on the hill
    I can hear the charming music of the river
    There is nothing to compare
    With the love that once was there
    In that lonely little homestead on the hill

    I can see the quiet churchyard down below
    Where the mountain breezes wander to and fro
    And when God my soul will keep
    It is there I want to sleep
    With those dear old folks that loved me long ago

    Русский перевод (thanks to Zarina Kozlov)

    Часто снятся мне те горы, где мой дом,
    Где я в детстве с каждым был знаком холмом.
    Жил под южным небом я
    В лета вечного краях,
    Только сердце в тех горах и в доме том

    Вижу сердцем милый домик на холме,
    И мелодия реки звучит во мне
    Не сравнится ничего
    с нежностью, теплом его
    Того маленького дома на холме

    В тихий двор церковный веет ветер с гор...
    Когда душу призовет к Себе мой Бог
    Я б хотел покой найти ,
    Где родные старики
    Кто любил меня еще с тех давних пор

    I Am Dreaming Of The Mountains of My Home
    Of the Mountains Where in Childhood I Would Roam
    I Have Dwelt 'Neath Southern Skies
    WHERE THE SUMMER NEVER DIES
    But My Heart Is In The Mountains of My Home

    I CAN See The Little Homestead On The Hill
    I CAN Hear The Charming Music of the River
    THERE IS NOTHING TO COMPARE
    With The Love That Once Was There
    In That Lonely Little Homestead On The Hill

    I CAN SEE THE QUIET Churchyard Down Below
    WHERE THE MOUNTAIN BREEZES WANDER TO AND FRO
    AND WHEN GOD My Soul Will Keep
    IT IS There I Want To Sleep
    WITH THOSE DEAR OLD FOLKS THAT LOVED ME LONG AGO

    Russian translation (Thanks to Zarina Kozlov)

    Often dreams of me those mountains where my house,
    Where in my childhood with each was a sign hill.
    Lived under the southern sky I
    In the summer of eternal edges,
    Only the heart in the mountains and in the house

    I see a heart cute house on the hill,
    And the river melody sounds in me
    Not comparing nothing
    with tenderness, warm
    Of that small house on the hill

    In the quiet yard church blows the wind from the mountains ...
    When the soul calls my God
    I would like to find peace
    Where native old people
    Who loved me since more long ago

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