Текст песни ваши пальцы пахнут ладаном
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Добавлено St. Sol в чт, 13/07/2017 - 13:54
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перевод на Английский Английский
Your Cold Fingers Smell of Incense Burn
Your cold fingers smell of incense burn,
And your eyelashes hide grief.
There is nothing now we1need or yearn,
Pity no one now, in brief.
And when you leave as Spring Messenger
For the land of cold blue ice,
Lord Himself on steep white stairway
Shall lead you to Paradise.
The old deacon whispers quietly,
Bows in reverence to God,
And with his sparse beard tirelessly
Sweeps the dust with every nod.
Your cold fingers smell of incense burn,
And your eyelashes hide grief.
There is nothing now we1need or yearn,
Pity no one now, in brief.
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I realize that pressing "Thanks"
is really hard for most of you, yet
you should keep on trying.
Добавлено St. Sol в чт, 20/07/2017 - 22:55
В последний раз исправлено St. Sol в сб, 13/10/2018 - 12:26
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[ER-p] Equirhythmic poetic translation for singing along.
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The running meter:
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