She was lovely, she was fine, daughter of a royal line,
He, no equal, but for them it mattered little for they were in love;
Rose of England, sweet and fair, shining with the sun,
Rose of England, have a care, for where the thorn is,
There the blood will run;
Oh my heart, oh my heart;
Through the summer days and nights, stolen kisses and delights
Would thrill their hearts and fill their dreams with all emotions
That true love can bring;
But black of mourning came one day, when her sister passed away,
And many said on bended knee, she has gone, and you must be our Queen;
Rose of England, sweet and fair, shining with the sun,
Rose of England, have a care, for where the thorn is,
There the blood will run;
Oh my heart, oh my heart;
To the abbey she did ride, with her lover by her side,
When they heard the church bells ring, she was Queen
And one day, he'd be King;
But men of malice, men of hate, protesting to her chambers came,
Foreign prince will have your hand, for he'll bring peace
And riches to our land;
She said, Do you tell me that I cannot wed the one I love?
Do you tell me that I am not mistress of my heart?
And so with heavy weight of life she kissed her lover one last time,
“This land I wed, and no man comes, for if I cannot have you, I'll have none;
Rose of England, sweet and fair, shining with the sun,
Rose of England have a care, for where the thorn is,
There the blood will run;
Oh my heart, oh my heart...
перевод:
Слушайте голос мой очень внимательно!
Я Вам предание буду рассказывать:
Как долг убил сердце и обязательно
Любовь столь великая,чтоб ей указывать,
Будет должна умереть окончательно!
Моё сердце разбито любовью!...
Она была чудесна,она была прекрасна!
В роду её все были короли!
Он был ей не равный,но всё было честно,
Ведь оба они были полны любви!
Роза Англии,сладость и чудо!,
Солнца сиянием радуешь вновь!
Но будь осторожна,всегда это будет:
Там,где шипы- проливается кровь!
Моё сердце разбито любовью!...
С начала дня до поздней ночи летом
Срывались тайно поцелуи и восторги,
Сердца вдюблённых озаряя светом,
Мечты волненьем наполняя долгим!
Одна любовь лишь дарит счастье это!
Моё сердце разбито любовью!...
Но чёрный траур уничтожил краски дня,
Когда сестра её на облака взошла...
И многие на склоненных коленях
Сказали ей:"Она уже ушла,
И Ты должна быть нашей королевой!"
Роза Англии,сладость и чудо!,
Солнца сиянием радуешь вновь!
Но будь осторожна,всегда это будет:
Там,где шипы- проливается кровь!
Моё сердце разбито любовью!
Когда услышала,как бьют колокола
О том,что стала всемогущей королевой,
И что ей завтра день подарит короля,
В аббатство бросилась она,
Её любимый рядом под рукою левой!
Моё сердце разбито любовью!...
Но люди тьмы и зла её ковали муку,
В палатах королевских жёстко заявляя:
"Заморский принц твою получит руку,
Нас от опасностей враждебных избавляя,
И принося богатство в наши руки!"
Моё сердце разбито любовью!...
Она вскричала:"Вы говорите это мне?
Что не смогу я быть женой любимого?
Вы говорите обо мне:
Мне не любить неповторимого?
Что не хозяйка сердцу своему?
Что не отдам его Ему?"
Моё сердце разбито любовью!...
И с тяжестью на сердце и в душе,
В последний раз любимого целуя,
Она шептала:"Что за счастье мне,
Сменять Тебя на эту землю злую!
Ведь если Ты не сможешь быть моим,
Никто не скажет: "Я твой Господин!"
Английская роза сладка и прекрасна,
Лишь солнце увидишь,сияешь Ты вновь!
Но будь осторожна,ведь это опасно:
Там,где шипы,там всегда будет кровь!
Зачем ты,любовь,моё разбила сердце? She was lovely, she was fine, daughter of a royal line,
He, no equal, but for them it mattered little for they were in love;
Rose of England, sweet and fair, shining with the sun,
Rose of England, have a care, for where the thorn is,
There the blood will run;
Oh my heart, oh my heart;
Through the summer days and nights, stolen kisses and delights
Would thrill their hearts and fill their dreams with all emotions
That true love can bring;
But black of mourning came one day, when her sister passed away,
And many said on bended knee, she has gone, and you must be our Queen;
Rose of England, sweet and fair, shining with the sun,
Rose of England, have a care, for where the thorn is,
There the blood will run;
Oh my heart, oh my heart;
To the abbey she did ride, with her lover by her side,
When they heard the church bells ring, she was Queen
And one day, he'd be King;
But men of malice, men of hate, protesting to her chambers came,
Foreign prince will have your hand, for he'll bring peace
And riches to our land;
She said, Do you tell me that I can not wed the one I love?
Do you tell me that I am not mistress of my heart?
And so with heavy weight of life she kissed her lover one last time,
vЂњThis land I wed, and no man comes, for if I can not have you, I'll have none;
Rose of England, sweet and fair, shining with the sun,
Rose of England have a care, for where the thorn is,
There the blood will run;
Oh my heart, oh my heart ...
Translation:
Listen to my voice very carefully!
I will tell you the legend:
How long has killed the heart and always
Love is so great, that it indicate
It will definitely have to die!
My heart is broken by love! ...
It was wonderful, it was fine!
In her old were all kings!
He was not equal to it, but it was honest,
After all, both of them were full of love!
Rose of England, the sweetness and the miracle !,
Sun shining happy about again!
But be careful, always will:
Where shipy- bloodshed!
My heart is broken by love! ...
Since the beginning of the day until late summer
Pluck the secret kisses and delights,
Heart vdyublёnnyh illuminating light,
Dreams Excitement fills long!
One love only brings happiness it!
My heart is broken by love! ...
But the black paint of the day of mourning destroyed,
When her sister came up at the clouds ...
Many bowed on his knees
I told her: & quot; It is already gone,
And you must be our queen! & Quot;
Rose of England, the sweetness and the miracle !,
Sun shining happy about again!
But be careful, always will:
Where shipy- bloodshed!
My heart is broken by love!
When she heard the bells are sounding
That was the all-powerful queen,
And she will give tomorrow is king
The Abbey she said,
Her favorite left near at hand!
My heart is broken by love! ...
But the men of darkness and evil, it forged flour
The royal chambers hard saying:
& Quot; foreign prince get your hand
We are against the dangers of hostile saving,
And bringing wealth into our hands! & Quot;
My heart is broken by love! ...
She cried: & quot; You say that to me?
What I could not be the wife of the beloved?
You're talking about me:
I do not love unique?
What's the mistress of his own heart?
What I will not give it to him? & Quot;
My heart is broken by love! ...
And with a heavy heart and soul,
The last time a loved kissing,
She whispered: & quot; What a happiness to me,
You are replaced by this cruel earth!
After all, if you can not be mine,
No one will say: & quot; I am your Lord! & Quot;
English rose is sweet and beautiful,
Just see the sun, you shine again!
But be careful, because it is dangerous:
Where spikes, there will always be blood!
Why do you love broke my heart? | |
