Перевод песни A whiter shade of pale | Группа sarah brightman | Альбом La luna

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We skipped the light Fandango Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor I was feeling kind of seasick But the crowd called out for more The room was humming harder As the ceiling flew away When we called out for another drink The waiter brought a tray

Мы танцевали быстрое фанданго, Выполняли "колесо" через всю арену. Я чувствовала некоторое укачивание, Но публика требовала большего. Комната оживлялась сильнее, В то время, как потолок уплывал. Когда мы заказали очередной напиток, Официант принес легкую закуску.

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And so it was that later As the Miller told his tale That her face, at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale

Итак, это было гораздо позднее, В то время, как Мельник рассказывал свою историю О том, что ее лицо, сначало едва призрачное, Стало белее тени бледного.

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She said there is no reason And the truth is plain to see But I wandered through my playing cards And I would not let her be One of the sixteen vestal virgins Who were leaving for the coast And although my eyes were open They might just as well have been closed

Она сказала, что причины не было, И правда проста. Но я сбился в своих игральных картах И я бы не позволил ей быть Одной из шестнадцати непорочных девиц, Которые уезжали на побережье. И не смотря на то, что мои глаза были открыты, Они могли бы быть с таким же успехом закрытыми.

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And so it was that later As the Miller told his tale That her face, at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale

Итак, это было гораздо позднее, В то время, как Мельник рассказывал свою историю О том, что ее лицо, сначало едва призрачное, Стало белее тени бледного.

Sarah brightman

La luna

A whiter shade of pale English / Английский язык

We skipped the light Fandango Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor I was feeling kind of seasick But the crowd called out for more The room was humming harder As the ceiling flew away When we called out for another drink The waiter brought a tray

And so it was that later As the Miller told his tale That her face, at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale

She said there is no reason And the truth is plain to see But I wandered through my playing cards And I would not let her be One of the sixteen vestal virgins Who were leaving for the coast And although my eyes were open They might just as well have been closed

And so it was that later As the Miller told his tale That her face, at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale