Текст песни Ромео и Джульетта рус вер - Сватовство

Paris
 Countess! Graph!
 
 Count Capulet
 ABOUT! Mr. Paris!
 
 Paris
 For your daughter's a small bouquet.
 
 Lady Capulet
 Originally! How lovely!
 
 Count Capulet
 Much obliged.
 Nurse, take the flowers and take Juliet.
 
 Paris
 Count I to you
 He came not himself -
 Here I see the finger of fate.
 I'm Juliet
 So in love,
 that millions
 I put on the line.
 I am rich, smart,
 And good-looking,
 I ask your daughter
 Become my wife!
 Doubt away,
 Reason one -
 Earl, you have a daughter,
 And there you have a son.
 
 Count Capulet
 Oh, Paris,
 What a surprise.
 The honor for me to listen to you,
 But Juliet
 So young,
 The child she
 But not his wife.
 The choice is yours I am flattered,
 But the soul hurts.
 Wait a year,
 Let grow up!
 Doubt away.
 Where can I get my strength?
 The Lord gave me a daughter,
 Better would be a son.
 As the cross is heavy
 Fathers of the bride.
 Noble-law -
 A huge honor,
 Previously to know
 Whose will be the test.