I am Jeremiah Dixon
I am a Geordie boy
A glass of wine with you, sir
And the ladies I'll enjoy
All Durham and Northumberland
Is measured up by my own hand
It was my fate from birth
To make my mark upon the earth...
He calls me charlie mason
A stargazer am i
It seems that I was born
To chart the evening sky
They'd cut me out for baking bread
But I had other dreams instead
This baker's boy from the west country
Would join the royal society...
We are sailing to philadelphia
A world away from the coaly tyne
Sailing to Philadelphia
To draw the line
The Mason-Dixon line
Now you're a good surveyor, dixon
But I swear you'll make me mad
The west will kill us both
You gullible Geordie lad
You talk of liberty
How can america be free
A geordie and a baker's boy
In the forests of the iroquois...
Now hold your head up, mason
See america lies there
The morning tide has raised
The capes of Delaware
Сome up and feel the sun
A new morning is begun
Another day will make it clear
Why your stars should guide us here...
We are sailing to philadelphia
A world away from the coaly tyne
Sailing to Philadelphia
To draw the line
The Mason-Dixon line
Плывём в Филадельфию
Я Джереми Диксон,
Я парень из Ньюкасла.
Мне по душе стакан вина с вами, сэр,
И общество прекрасных дам.
Весь Дарем и Нортумберленд
Я объездил собственной персоной.
Это моя судьба с самого рождения -
Оставить свой след на Земле.
Меня зовут Чарли Мэсон,
Я астроном.
Кажется, что я был рожден,
Чтобы составить карту вечернего неба.
Я был рождён для выпечки хлеба,
Но вместо этого у меня есть другие мечты.
Этот пекарь из западной страны
Предпочитает королевское общество.
Мы плывем в Филадельфию,
В мир без черных тайн.
Плывем в Филадельфию,
Чтобы подвести черту,
Черту Мэсона-Диксона...
Сейчас ты хороший эксперт, Диксон,
Но, клянусь, ты выведешь меня из себя.
Запад убьет нас обоих.
Ты - доверчивый ньюкаслский парень.
Ты говоришь о свободе,
Но как Америка может быть свободной?
Ньюкаслский парень и пекарь,
В лесах из ирокезов...
А теперь подними голову, Мэсон,
Смотри, перед тобой - Америка.
Будет утро
На берегах штата Делавэр.
Подойди сюда, почувствуй солнце.
Новое утро началось,
Следующий день его очистит...
Почему твои звезды ведут нас сюда?
Мы плывем в Филадельфию,
В мир без черных тайн.
Плывем в Филадельфию,
Чтобы подвести черту,
Черту Мэсона-Диксона... I am Jeremiah Dixon
I am a Geordie boy
A glass of wine with you, sir
And the ladies I'll enjoy
All Durham and Northumberland
It is measured up by my own hand
It was my fate from birth
To make my mark upon the earth ...
He calls me charlie mason
A stargazer am i
It seems that I was born
To chart the evening sky
They'd cut me out for baking bread
But I had other dreams instead
This baker's boy from the west country
Would join the royal society ...
We are sailing to philadelphia
A world away from the coaly tyne
Sailing to Philadelphia
To draw the line
The Mason-Dixon line
Now you're a good surveyor, dixon
But I swear you'll make me mad
The west will kill us both
You gullible Geordie lad
You talk of liberty
How can america be free
A geordie and a baker's boy
In the forests of the iroquois ...
Now hold your head up, mason
See america lies there
The morning tide has raised
The capes of Delaware
Some up and feel the sun
A new morning is begun
Another day will make it clear
Why your stars should guide us here ...
We are sailing to philadelphia
A world away from the coaly tyne
Sailing to Philadelphia
To draw the line
The Mason-Dixon line
Let us swim to Philadelphia
I'm Jeremy Dixon,
I'm the guy from Newcastle.
I like a glass of wine with you, sir,
And the society of beautiful ladies.
All Durham and Northumberland
I have traveled in person.
This is my destiny from birth -
Leave your mark on the world.
My name is Charlie Mason,
I'm an astronomer.
It seems that I was born,
To make a map of the night sky.
I was born for baking bread,
Instead, I have other dreams.
That baker from the west of the country
Prefers Royal Society.
We sail to Philadelphia
In a world without black secrets.
Sail to Philadelphia
To draw a line,
Mason-Dixon hell ...
Now you're a good judge, Dickson,
But, I swear, you have brought me out of myself.
The West will kill us both.
You - you are trusting Newcastle man.
You're talking about freedom,
But America can be free?
Newcastle man and baker,
In the forests of the Iroquois ...
Now, raise your head, Mason,
Look in front of you - America.
Will morning
On the banks of the Delaware.
Come here, feel the sun.
A new morning began,
The next day he will purify ...
Why do your stars are we here?
We sail to Philadelphia
In a world without black secrets.
Sail to Philadelphia
To draw a line,
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