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'll tell you the legend:
How long has killed the heart and necessarily
Love is so great, that it indicate
Will finally have to die!
My heart is broken love! ...
It was wonderful, it was beautiful!
In her family were all kings!
He was not equal to it, but it was honest,
After all, they were both full of love!
Rose of England, the sweetness and the miracle !,
Sun shining happy about again!
But be careful, always will be:
Where shipy- bloodshed!
My heart is broken love! ...
Since the beginning of the day until late summer
Frustrated secretly kisses and enthusiasm,
Heart vdyublёnnyh illuminating light,
Dreams Excitement fills long!
One love only brings happiness it!
My heart is broken love! ...
But black mourning destroyed paint day
When her sister came up at the clouds ...
And many on the decline lap
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 be:
Where shipy- bloodshed!
My heart is broken by love!
When she heard the bell strikes
That was the all-powerful queen,
And she will give tomorrow is king
In Abbey she said,
Her favorite close at hand left!
My heart is broken love! ...
But the people of darkness and evil it forged flour
In the royal chambers firmly stating:
& Quot; foreign prince get your hand
Us from the dangers of eliminating hostile,
And bringing wealth into our hands! & Quot;
My heart is broken love! ...
She cried: & quot; You say that to me?
What can not I be the wife of a loved one?
You're talking about me:
I do not love unique?
What is not the mistress of his own heart?
Do not give it to him? & Quot;
My heart is broken love! ...
And with a heavy heart and soul,
The last time a loved kissing,
She whispered: & quot; What a happiness to me,
You replace this earth evil!
After all, if you can not be mine,
No one will say: & quot; I am your master! & Quot;
English rose is sweet and beautiful,
Only 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? | |
