Äà, â Øîòëàíäèè ïðàçäíèê. Âñåõ, êòî ëþáèò Á¸ðíñà, ñ ïðàçäíèêîì!
Robert Burns
O my luve is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonny lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only love,
And fare thee weel, awhile!
And I will come again, my love
Though it were ten thousand mile.
Áåðíñ Ðîáåðò
Ëþáîâü, êàê ðîçà, ðîçà êðàñíàÿ
Ëþáîâü, êàê ðîçà, ðîçà êðàñíàÿ,
Öâåòåò â ìîåì ñàäó.
Ëþáîâü ìîÿ - êàê ïåñåíêà,
Ñ êîòîðîé â ïóòü èäó.
Ñèëüíåå êðàñîòû òâîåé
Ìîÿ ëþáîâü îäíà.
Îíà ñ òîáîé, ïîêà ìîðÿ
Íå âûñîõíóò äî äíà.
Íå âûñîõíóò ìîðÿ, ìîé äðóã,
Íå ðóøèòñÿ ãðàíèò,
Íå îñòàíîâèòñÿ ïåñîê,
À îí, êàê æèçíü, áåæèò...
Áóäü ñ÷àñòëèâà, ìîÿ ëþáîâü,
Ïðîùàé è íå ãðóñòè.
Âåðíóñü ê òåáå, õîòü öåëûé ñâåò
Ïðèøëîñü áû ìíå ïðîéòè!
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