Кровью клоунов замазаны окна. В кодексах — та же надменность и сырые гербарии
английская баллада в варианте sol invictus (базируется на варианте т.н "Sun and Moon", собственно в этом варианте таки называется, анналогично альбому сол инвиктус на котором и есть. пишу на слух так поиски sol invictus lyrics edward ничего не дали
итак, Edward (the Sun and the Moon):
oh what is that blood upon your shirt
son, come tell to me
it is the blood of my own greyhound
it wouldn't run for me, for me
it wouldn't run for me
it is too pale for your hounds blood
son, come tell to me
it is the blood of my own gray mare
it wouldn't hunt with me, with me
it wouldn’t hunt with me
it is so red for you grey mare’s blood
son, come tell to me
it is the blood of my own dear brother
he wouldn't ride along with me
he wouldn't ride with me
and what were you all quarreling about?
son, come tell to me
it's all about a little holly bush
and it might have made a tree, a tree
it might have made a tree
and what’ll you do when your father comes to know?
son, come tell to me
I'll set sail in a little sailing boat
I'll sail across the sea, the sea
I'll sail across the sea
and what will you do with your pretty little wife
son, come tell to me
oh she'll sail along in my little sailing boat
she'll sail along with me, with me,
she'll sail along with me
and what will you do with your eldest son
son, come tell to me
oh I'll leave him here for you to raise,
rock all-upon your knee, your knee,
to rock all-upon your knee
and when will you come back again
son come tell to me
when the sun and the moon there on yonder hill
I know that’ll never be
I know that’ll never be.
вот так. просто она почему-то ассоциируется у меня в основном с весной. ужасно
итак, Edward (the Sun and the Moon):
oh what is that blood upon your shirt
son, come tell to me
it is the blood of my own greyhound
it wouldn't run for me, for me
it wouldn't run for me
it is too pale for your hounds blood
son, come tell to me
it is the blood of my own gray mare
it wouldn't hunt with me, with me
it wouldn’t hunt with me
it is so red for you grey mare’s blood
son, come tell to me
it is the blood of my own dear brother
he wouldn't ride along with me
he wouldn't ride with me
and what were you all quarreling about?
son, come tell to me
it's all about a little holly bush
and it might have made a tree, a tree
it might have made a tree
and what’ll you do when your father comes to know?
son, come tell to me
I'll set sail in a little sailing boat
I'll sail across the sea, the sea
I'll sail across the sea
and what will you do with your pretty little wife
son, come tell to me
oh she'll sail along in my little sailing boat
she'll sail along with me, with me,
she'll sail along with me
and what will you do with your eldest son
son, come tell to me
oh I'll leave him here for you to raise,
rock all-upon your knee, your knee,
to rock all-upon your knee
and when will you come back again
son come tell to me
when the sun and the moon there on yonder hill
I know that’ll never be
I know that’ll never be.
вот так. просто она почему-то ассоциируется у меня в основном с весной. ужасно