| Simon & Garfunkel - Scarborough Fair / Canticle (Lyrics) |
Simon & Garfunkel — Parsley Sage Rosemary & Thyme (1966)
Uzasna piesen, najma v tom, ze nenapadny druhy hlas tu celu piesen meni niekam uplne inam (pekne historicke poznamky su na Bertovej stranke).
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
......On the side of a hill in the deep forest green
Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme
......Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground
Without no seams nor needlework
......Blankets and bedclothes a child of the mountains
Then she'll be a true love of mine
......Sleeps unaware of the clarion call
Tell her to find me an acre of land
......On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves
Parsely, sage, rosemary, & thyme
......Washed is the ground with so many tears
Between the salt water and the sea strand
......A soldier cleans and polishes a gun
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather
......War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions
Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme
......Generals order their soldiers to kill
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather
......And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
Barbarský slovenský preklad, nečítať!
Ideš na jarmok do Scarborough?
Rozmarín, ruža, púpava
Pozdrav tam tú, čo žije tam
Ona 'mou láskou bývala
Povedz jej, nech mi košeľu z batistu tká
......Na kraji hory v hlbokom lese
Rozmarín, ruža, púpava
......Hľadá sokolie stopy na postriebrenej zemi
Však bez švov, ihly a nite
......Na bielych plachiet dieťaťa hory
Potom bude láska má.
......Spí nečujúc poľnice hlas
Povedz jej, nech mi lán poľa dá
......Na kraji hory, kde zem je zaplavená listami
Rozmarín, ruža, púpava
......a množstvom sĺz
Medzi vodami mora a morským brehom
......vojak si čistí svoju zbraň
Potom bude láska má
Povedz jej, nech lán kosákom z kože pokosí
......Vojna hrmí bleskom šarlátových práporov
Rozmarín, ruža, púpava
......Velitelia mávajú k salve striel
A pozbiera z neho kyticu z vresu
......A k boju kvôli dávno zabudnutým veciam
Potom bude láska má
Ideš na jarmok do Scarborough?
Rozmarín, ruža, púpava
Pozdrav tam tú, čo žije tam
Ona 'mou láskou bývala