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Æàâîðîíîê, ñêàæè, ãäå ìîÿ ëþáîâü?

Ïÿòíèöà, 30 ßíâàðÿ 2009 ã. 21:49 + â öèòàòíèê
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Öèòàòà ñîîáùåíèÿ Ðóññóêð Æàâîðîíîê, ñêàæè, ãäå ìîÿ ëþáîâü?



Ïåñíÿ «Æàâîðîíîê» ïîñâÿùåíà ïðåêðàñíîé àìåðèêàíñêîé àêòðèñå Êýðîë Ëîìáàðä (Carole Lombard), ÷üÿ æèçíü òàê òðàãè÷åñêè îáîðâàëàñü â ðàñöâåòå òâîð÷åñòâà, êàðüåðû è ëþáâè.
Êëàðêà Ãåéáëà, ñîãëàñíî åãî çàâåùàíèþ, ïîõîðîíèëè íà êëàäáèùå Forest Lawn ðÿäîì ñ âîçëþáëåííîé æåíîé Êýðîë Ëîìáàðä.
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Àâòîðû ïåñíè «Skylark»: Hogey Carmichael and Johnny Mercer.
Èñïîëíÿþò: ïåâèöà Helen Forrest è îðêåñòð Harry James & Orchestra

Skylark, have you anything to say to me?
Won't you tell me where my love can be?
Is there a meadow in the mist
Where someone's waiting to be kissed?

Skylark, have you seen a valley green with spring
Where my heart can go a journeying
Over the shadows and the rain
To a blossom covered lane?

And in your lonely flight
haven't you heard the music in the night,
wonderful music,
faint as a will o' the wisp, crazy as a loon,
sad as a gypsy serenading the moon.

Oh, skylark, I don't know if you can find these things
But my heart is riding on your wings.
So if you see them anywhere
Won't you lead me there?
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Âèäåîêëèï ©theonewhitstyle
Ñïåöêîðð Àñèðèñà åùå âåðíåòñÿ ê ýòîé ìóçûêàëüíîé òåìå, ê êîòîðîé îáðàùàëèñü è ïðîäîëæàþò îáðàùàòüñÿ ìíîãèå òàëàíòëèâûå ìóçûêàíòû, à áëàãîäàðíûå êèíîçðèòåëè è ñåãîäíÿ òðîãàòåëüíî íàçûâàþò àêòðèñó «Íàøèì Æàâîðîíêîì».
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