Текст песни Yeats - Down By The Salley Gardens

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An Old Song Resung

Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy as the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.

5 In a field by the river my love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

Старая песня пропетая вновь

Я ждал в саду под ивой, а дальше мы вместе пошли.
Её белоснежные ножки едва касались земли.
— Любите, — она говорила, — легко, как растет листва.
Но я был глуп и молод и не знал, что она права.

5 А в поле, где у запруды стояли мы над рекой,
Плеча моего коснулась она белоснежной рукой.
— Живите легко, мой милый, как растет меж камней трава.
Но я был молод, и горько мне вспомнить её слова.

Перевод песни

An old song resung

Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy as the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.

5 In a field by the river my love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

An old song sung again

I was waiting in the garden under a willow tree, and then we went together.
Her snow-white legs barely touched the ground.
“Love,” she said, “as easily as foliage grows.
But I was stupid and young and didn't know she was right.

5 And in the field where we stood over the river at the dam,
She touched my shoulder with a snow-white hand.
- Live lightly, my dear, as the grass grows between the stones.
But I was young, and it is bitter for me to remember her words.

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