ÑÓÏÅÐÕÈÒ ÍÀ ÂÑÅ ÂÐÅÌÅÍÀ. STEVIE WONDER «I JUST CALLED TO SAY I LOVE YOU» |

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Ðîìàíòè÷åñêàÿ êîìåäèÿ «Æåíùèíà â êðàñíîì», êîòîðóþ â 1984 ãîäó ñíÿë Äæèí Óàéëäåð, îñîáûì óñïåõîì ó çðèòåëåé íå ïîëüçîâàëàñü. Èçâåñòåí ýòîò ðåìåéê ôðàíöóçñêîé êàðòèíû «È ñëîíû áûâàþò íåâåðíû», â ïåðâóþ î÷åðåäü, ñàóíäòðåêîì.  íåì âïåðâûå ïðîçâó÷àëà ïåñíÿ, êîòîðîé ñóæäåíî áûëî âîçãëàâèòü ÷àðòû ÑØÀ è Âåëèêîáðèòàíèè, à òàêæå ïîëó÷èòü ìóçûêàëüíûé «Îñêàð» è «Çîëîòîé ãëîáóñ». Åñëè âû åùå íå ïîíÿëè, ðå÷ü èäåò î êîìïîçèöèè “I Just Called to Say I Love You”, êîòîðóþ íàïèñàë è áëåñòÿùå ñïåë Ñòèâè Óàíäåð. Ýòî ìèëàÿ è äîáðàÿ ïåñíÿ î òîì, ÷òî îáû÷íûé òåëåôîííûé çâîíîê ñ ïðèçíàíèåì â ëþáâè ìîæåò ðàñêðàñèòü áóäíè÷íûé äåíü ÿðêèìè öâåòàìè. Õîòÿ “I Just Called to Say I Love You” ÿâëÿåòñÿ îäíîé èç ñàìûõ ïîïóëÿðíûõ è êîììåð÷åñêè óñïåøíûõ ïåñåí Óàíäåðà, ìíîãèå êðèòèêè è ïîêëîííèêè àðòèñòà âîñïðèíÿëè åå ïðîõëàäíî è äàæå íåãàòèâíî. |
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Ïðîñòàÿ ëèðè÷åñêàÿ ìåëîäèÿ è ñåíòèìåíòàëüíûé òåêñò, êîòîðûå ðàçèòåëüíî îòëè÷àëèñü îò ïðåæíèõ ðàáîò Ñòèâè, ïðèøëèñü ïî äóøå íå âñåì öåíèòåëÿì åãî òâîð÷åñòâà.
À òå, êîìó “I Just Called to Say I Love You” âñå æå íðàâèòñÿ, ìîãóò åùå ðàç åå ïîñëóøàòü.
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Òåêñò ïåñíè “I Just Called to Say I Love You” |
Ïåðåâîä ïåñíè “I Just Called to Say I Love You” |
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No New Years Day to celebrate, No chocolate covered candy hearts to give away, No first of spring, no song to sing, In fact, here’s just another ordinary day |
Ñåãîäíÿ íå ïðàçäíîâàíèå Íîâîãî ãîäà, Íå âðåìÿ äëÿ òîãî, ÷òîáû äàðèòü øîêîëàäíûå ñåðäöà, Íå ïåðâûé äåíü âåñíû, è íåò ïîâîäà ïåòü, Íà ñàìîì äåëå, ñåãîäíÿ ñàìûé îáû÷íûé äåíü |
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Chorus: I just called to say I love you I just called to say how much I care I just called to say I love you, And I mean it from the bottom of my heart |
Ïðèïåâ: ß ïðîñòî ïîçâîíèë ñêàçàòü, ÷òî ÿ òåáÿ ëþáëþ ß ïðîñòî ïîçâîíèë ñêàçàòü, êàê òû ìíå äîðîãà ß ïðîñòî ïîçâîíèë ñêàçàòü, ÷òî ÿ òåáÿ ëþáëþ, È ÿ ÷óâñòâóþ ýòî âñåì ñåðäöåì |
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No April rain, no flowers’ bloom, No wedding Saturday within the month of June But what it is is something true Made up of these three words that I must say to you |
Ñåãîäíÿ íå àïðåëüñêèé äîæäü, è íå ðàñïóñêàþòñÿ öâåòû, Íå ñâàäåáíàÿ ñóááîòà â èþíå, Íî ñåãîäíÿ äåéñòâèòåëüíî åñòü íå÷òî âàæíîå, Â ýòèõ òðåõ ñëîâàõ, êîòîðûå ÿ äîëæåí òåáå ñêàçàòü |
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No summer’s high, no warm July, No harvest moon to light one tender August night, No autumn breeze, no falling leaves, Not even time for birds to fly to southern skies |
Ñåãîäíÿ íå ðàçãàð ëåòà, íå òåïëûé èþëü, Íå ïîëíîëóíèå, îñâåùàþùåå íåæíóþ àâãóñòîâñêóþ íî÷ü, Íå îñåííèé áðèç, íå ëèñòîïàä, È äàæå íå âðåìÿ, êîãäà ïòèöû óëåòàþò íà þã |
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No Libra sun, no Hallowe’en, No giving thanks for all the Christmas joy you bring, But what it is, tho’ old, so new, To fill your heart like no three words could ever do |
Ñåãîäíÿ ñîëíöå íå â ñîçâåçäèè Âåñîâ è íå Õýëëîóèí, Íå âðåìÿ áëàãîäàðèòü çà ðàäîñòü, ÷òî òû äàðèøü íà Ðîæäåñòâî, Íî åñòü íå÷òî, õîòü ñòàðîå, íî òàêîå íîâîå, Ñïîñîáíîå íàïîëíèòü òâîå ñåðäöå, êàê íèêàêèå äðóãèå òðè ñëîâà |
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