- Bonny Portmore
когда услышала эту песню, расплакалась просто, не знаю почему на душе так тепло стало и .... я даже незнаю... я почуствовала что я её где то слышала, ещё раньше и не здесь.... :) наверное вы не поймёте...:)Обожаю Ирланскую и шотланскую музыку... :)
- Dante's Prayer
When the dark wood fell before me
And all the paths were overgrown
When the priests of pride say there is no other way
I tilled the sorrows of stone
I did not believe because I could not see
Though you came to me in the night
When the dawn seemed forever lost
- Full Circle
Звезды падали глубоко в темноте
как молитвы роз нежные лепестки на рассвете
И , когда я слушал , ваш голос , казалось так ясно
так спокойно вы звали своего бога..
Где-то взошло солнце над дюнами в пустыне
такова была тишина , я никогда не чувствовал раньше
Был ли этот вопрос , зовущий вас
- Night Ride Across The Caucasus
Отправляйся в путь, сквозь ночь, отправляйся в путь
Отправляйся в путь, сквозь ночь, отправляйся в путь
Там видения, там воспоминания,
Там эхо громовых раскатов.
Там всюду огни, там повсюду смех,
Там слышен шум крыльев тысяч голубей
- The Dark Night Of The Soul
Upon a darkened night
the flame of love was burning in my breast
And by a lantern bright
I fled my house while all in quiet restShrouded by the night
And by the secret stair I quickly fled
The veil concealed my eyes
while all within lay quiet as the deadOh night thou was my guide
of night more loving than the rising sun
- The Mists Of Avalon
A clouded dream on an earthly night
Hangs upon the crescent moon
A voiceless song in an ageless light
Sings at the coming dawn
Birds in flight are calling there
Where the heart moves the stones
It's there that my heart is longing for
All for the love of you
- The Old Ways
The sea is calling me home, home to you.
The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you.
On a dark new year's night
on the west coast of Clare
I heard your voice singing.
Your eyes danced the song,
your hands played the tune.
T'was a vision before me.
- Колыбельная
O for a voice like thunder, and a tongue To drown the throat of war! - When the senses Are shaken, and the soul is driven to madness, Who can stand? When the souls of the oppressed Fight in the troubled air that rages, who can stand? When the whirlwind of fury comes from the Throne of god, when the frowns of his countenance Drive the nations together, who can stand? When Sin claps his broad wings over the battle, And sails rejoicing in the flood of Death; When souls are torn to everlasting fire, And fiends of Hell rejoice upon the slain. O who can stand? O who hath caused this? O who can answer at the throne of God? The Kings and Nobles of the Land have done it! Hear it not, Heaven, thy Ministers have done it!