Paco Ibañez - Romance del Conde Niño Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

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Romance of the Child Count

The Child Count, for love,
Is a child and he went to the sea.
He's going to give water to his horse,
On the morning of Saint John.
While the horse is drinking
He, is singing a sweet song
All the birds of the heavens
Stopped to listen to him.
The wayfarer who walks
Forgets his way,
The navigator's boat that
Sails comes back there.
The queen was cultivating,
Her daughter was sleeping:
-Get up, Albaniña*
From your soft bed,
You'll hear finely sing
The young mermaid of the sea.
- This isn't the young mermaid's voice, mother,
Those of a so nice song,
Otherwise, the Child Count
Who for me wants to pass away.
Who could be worth him,
In his so sad pain!
-If for your love he suffers
Oh, damned his song is !
And why I never delighted in it?
I'll have him kill.
-If you have him kill, mother
Together, you must bury us.
Him, died at midnight
She, at the hour when the roosters crow
She, as a King's daughter,
They buried her at the altar,
And him, as a Count's son,
Some steps behind.
From her was born a white rose bush,
From him, was born a white thorn
One grows, the other one grows
Both come together
The small branches that reach each other
give each other strong hugs,
And those that didn't reach each other
Don't cease to sigh.
The queen full of envy
Send to cut both
The handsome man who cut them
Didn't cease weeping,
From her was born an egret
From him, a strong hawk
Together they fly in the heavens
Together they fly at the same time.
 




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