Перевод песни A whiter shade of pale | Группа joe cocker | Альбом Luxury you can afford

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

Мы танцевали фанданго Кружась колесом через зал Я чувствовал что-то вроде морской болезни Толпа требовала еще Комната гудела все сильнее, А потолок уплывал Когда мы попросили еще выпить, Официант принес целый поднос

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

Поэтому позже, Когда мельник рассказывал свою историю, Ее лицо, сначала просто призрачное, Стало белее белого

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

Она сказала, что нет причин для беспокойства И все совершенно ясно Но, я гадал на своих игральных картах, И ей не выпало стать Одной из шестнадцатилетних девственных весталок, Которые отправились на побережье И, хотя мои глаза были открыты, Они могли бы, так же, быть и закрытыми

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

Поэтому позже, Когда мельник рассказывал свою историю, Ее лицо, сначала просто призрачное, Стало белее белого

Joe cocker

Luxury you can afford

A whiter shade of pale English / Английский язык

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

And so it was 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 wander through my playing cards And they would not let her be One of sixteen vestal virgins Who were leaving for the coast And although my eyes were open wide They might have just as well been closed

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