моя прекраснейшая любовь, я живу и учусь песням, что звенят правдой, их мысль ясна, их слова малочисленны, их мелодии благоухают сосной. любовь живёт между строк, брошенная в свой воздушный полёт. когда же слов не останется, их не останется, тогда Солнце споёт мою песню.
в лесу, влажном от рассветной росы, когда чудо наполняет собой воздух, я думаю, вот бы угнаться за мелодией, что столь истинна, чья благосклонная форма подойдёт ко мне, благословляя душу на каждом повороте, и разукрашенной, как рука радуги, столь редких оттенков, редчайших оттенков.
Солнце, оно споёт мою песню.
My fairest love I live and learn the songs that ring true Whose message is plain whose words are few whose melodies smell of the pines love dwells between the lines cast upon the air to fly when words won't do Words won't do The sun he sings a song
In forest moist at break of day When wonder fills the air I thought to pluck at break of dawn a melody so fair Whose gracious form can match your own Your soul blessed in every turn colored by the rainbow's pen in tints so rare Tints so rare
The sun he sings a song. my beautiful love, I live and I learn songs that ring true, their thought is clear, their words are few in number, their melodies smell of pine. love lives between the lines, thrown into his air flight. when there are no words left, they will not remain, then the Sun will sing my song.
in the forest, moist from dawn dew, when a miracle fills the air, I think, I would like to keep up with a melody that is so true, whose benevolent form will suit me, blessing the soul at every turn, and decorated, like the hand of a rainbow, so rare shades, rarest shades.
The sun, it will sing my song.
My fairest love I live and learn the songs that ring true Whose message is plain Are words are few Who melodies smell of the pines love dwells between the lines cast upon the air to fly when words will not do Words will not do The sun he sings a song
In the forest When wonder fills the air I thought to pluck at break of dawn a melody so fair Whose gracious form can match your own Your soul blessed in every turn colored by the rainbow's pen in tints so rare Tints so rare