Текст песни Write a Song a Song / Angeline (Mickey Newbury) с переводом

Write a song, a song

Write a song about her

Hum a tune, a tune

Hum a tune, You miss her

Words that wouldn’t rhyme

Wouldn’t rhyme… It’s over

Start another line

Start a line anew

She’s the kinda girl, a man Lord, remembers

Remembers… remembers…

She’s the kinda girl you just got to love her

If you know her

And I knew her

Sitting in the dark

In the darkness of my room

I wonder why

I look the sky

Look the sky

Begins to softly cry

Morning new

Running through the grass

Through the sweet green

Morning dew

Clinging to her golden hair

I had to leave her

Yesterdays newspaper forecast

No rain for today

Yesterdays news was old news

The skies are all grey

Winter is in labor

And soon give birth

To the Spring

And sprinkle the meadow

With flowers for my Angeline

Heartache and sorrow

And sadness, unendlingly find

Wings on her memory

With them, she flies to my mind

She stretched her arms for a moment

Then went back to sleep

While morning stood watching

Ever so silently weep

She opened her eyes, Lord

The minute my feet touched the floor

The cold hardwood creaked

With each step that I made

To the door

There I turned to her gently

And said, «Hun, just look

Its Spring»

Knowing outside the window

The Winter looked for Angeline

But yesterday’s newspaper

Forecast no rain for today

Sitting in the dark

In the darkness of my room

I wonder why

I look the sky

Look the sky

Begins to softly cry

Morning new

Running through the grass

Through the sweet green

Morning dew

Clinging to her golden hair

I had to leave her

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