Tommy Fleming — Red Is The Rose tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Red Is The Rose", wykonawca: Tommy Fleming.
Tekst piosenki
Come over the hills, my bonnie Irish lass
Come over the hills to your darling
You choose the road, love, and I’ll make the vow
And I’ll be your true love forever
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
Fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any
'Twas down by Killarney’s green woods that we strayed
When the moon and the stars, they were shining
The moon shone its rays on her locks of golden hair
And she swore she’d be my love forever
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
Fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any
It’s not for the parting that my sister pains
It’s not for the grief of my mother
It’s all for the loss of my bonny Irish lass
That my heart is breaking forever
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
Fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
Fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Come over the hills, my bonnie Irish lass
Come over the hills to your darling
Wybierz drogę, kochanie, a ja złożę przysięgę
And I ' ll be your true love forever
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
Fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
Ale moja miłość jest sprawiedliwsza niż ktokolwiek inny
'Tas down by Killarney' s green woods that we strayed
Gdy księżyc i gwiazdy świeciły
Księżyc świecił promieniami na jej złote włosy
I przysięgała, że będzie moją miłością na zawsze.
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
Fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
Ale moja miłość jest sprawiedliwsza niż ktokolwiek inny
Moja siostra nie cierpi rozstania.
To nie z powodu smutku mojej matki.
To wszystko z powodu straty mojej pięknej irlandzkiej dziewczyny.
That my heart is breaking forever
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
Fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
Ale moja miłość jest sprawiedliwsza niż ktokolwiek inny
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
Fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
Ale moja miłość jest sprawiedliwsza niż ktokolwiek inny