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Òåìà: íåñêîëüêî òåêñòîâ
Âðåìÿ: 04.09.2010 23:55 |
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ÑÏá ãèòàðà, áàñ 
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óæå ñðàâíèòåëüíî äàâíî çàíèìàþñü ñî÷èíåíèåì ïåñåííûõ òåêñòîâ äëÿ ñâîåé ãðóïïû, à ñåé÷àñ âîò ïîøåë ñïåöèôè÷åñêèé ìàòåðèàë âîò òàêîãî ðîäà, ê êîòîðîìó ÿ ïîêà íå çíàþ, êàê îòíîñèòüñÿ ñêàæåì: The sparrow said: “I have no thoughts, I only want To know How long you were In pretty place, Where I will Never be?” The angel said: “You, silly bird, You have no thoughts, No soul And you will Never understand The meaning Of the time And how I can Recount you About this Pretty place So long I were So far it is So rare is there The air” èëè òàêîå: Are you sure I remember you? It was in the bleak October It was in the airy June What was it? What was it? I’m going to theatre There will be a man Who will tell me your name It will be like the bleak October It will be like the airy June All the seasons of the year Are against you and me All the seasons of the year Are against you and me èëè ñîâñåì óæ: Let us going To the left There will be Another people And we’ll say So loud and gaily “Hi, the people Of the left!” äóìàþ, ÷òî òåïåðü ñ ýòèì äåëàòü |
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