Ну, подумаешь, сочинил человек 2000 песен плюс много чего попутного - Бог с ним, с убогим. Мелкая региональная сошка... как любят говорить в Пентагоне о России. Хотя свежак.
LAKE
(31.08.2017 23:52)
А хорошо, и в хорошей компании.
On Richmond Hill there lives a lass
More bright than May-day morn,
Whose charms all others maids` surpass,
A rose without a thorn.
This lass so neat,
With smiles so sweet,
Has won my right good will.
I`d crowns resign
To call thee mine,
Sweet lass of Richmond Hill!
Sweet lass of Richmond Hill,
Sweet lass of Richmond Hill,
I`d crowns resign
To call thee mine,
Sweet lass of Richmond Hill!
Ye zephyrs gay that fan the air,
And wonton through the grove,
O whisper to my charming fair,
I die for her I love.
How happy will the shepherd be
Who calls this nymph his own!
O may her choice be fix`d on me!
Mine`s fix`d on her alone.
Мелкая региональная сошка... как любят говорить в Пентагоне о России. Хотя свежак.
On Richmond Hill there lives a lass
More bright than May-day morn,
Whose charms all others maids` surpass,
A rose without a thorn.
This lass so neat,
With smiles so sweet,
Has won my right good will.
I`d crowns resign
To call thee mine,
Sweet lass of Richmond Hill!
Sweet lass of Richmond Hill,
Sweet lass of Richmond Hill,
I`d crowns resign
To call thee mine,
Sweet lass of Richmond Hill!
Ye zephyrs gay that fan the air,
And wonton through the grove,
O whisper to my charming fair,
I die for her I love.
How happy will the shepherd be
Who calls this nymph his own!
O may her choice be fix`d on me!
Mine`s fix`d on her alone.