Текст песни Redwing (Вольфганг Амадей Моцарт) с переводом

There once was an Indian maid,

A shy little prairie maid,

Who sang a lay, a love song gay,

As on the plain she whiled away the day;

She loved her warrior bold,

This shy little maid of old,

who brave and gay, one day rode away

To a battle far away.

Now, the moon shines tonight on pretty Redwing

The breeze is sighing, the night bird’s crying,

For afar 'neath the stars her brave is sleeping,

While Redwing’s weeping her heart away.

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She watched for him day and night,

She kept the campfires bright,

As under the sky, each night she would lie,

And dream about his coming by and by;

But when the braves returned,

Oh the heart of Redwing yearned,

For far, far away, her warrior gay,

Fell bravely in the fray.

Now, the moon shines tonight on pretty Redwing

The breeze is sighing, the night bird’s crying,

For afar 'neath the stars her brave is sleeping,

While Redwing’s weeping her heart away.

Now, the moon shines tonight on pretty Redwing

The breeze is sighing, the night bird’s crying,

For afar 'neath the stars her brave is sleeping,

While Redwing’s weeping her heart away

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