Текст песни Рок и Роллы — Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Words by Robert Frost

I
Whose woods are these I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

Chorus: The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

II
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

Остановившись у лесов вечером, во время снегопада
слова Роберта Фроста

Кажется, я знаю, чьи это леса.
Впрочем, дом его в деревне;
Он не увидит, что я остановился здесь
И я смотрю, как его леса наполняются снегом

Моя лошадка, должно быть, удивляется,
Почему мы остановились здесь, вдали от жилья,
Меж этими лесами и замерзшим озером,
В самый темный вечер года

Леса чудесны, темные, теряющиеся где-то далеко-далеко,
Но у меня есть обязательства,
И мне предстоит пройти немало миль, прежде чем я усну,
И мне предстоит пройти немало миль, прежде чем я усну

Лошадка позвякивает колокольчиком под дугой,
Словно спрашивая, стоило ли здесь останавливаться.
И это единственный звук, кроме
Негромкого зова ветра, уносящего пушистые снежинки

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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Words by Robert Frost

I
Whose woods are these I think I know.
 His house is in the village, though;
 He will not see me stopping here
 To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
 To stop without a farmhouse near
 Between the woods and frozen lake
 The darkest evening of the year.

Chorus: The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
 But I have promises to keep,
 And miles to go before I sleep,
 And miles to go before I sleep.

II
He gives his harness bells a shake
 To ask if there is some mistake.
 The only other sound's the sweep
 Of easy wind and downy flake.

Stopping at the forest in the evening, during a snowfall
words of Robert Frost

I think I know whose it is the forest.
However, his house in the village;
He did not see that I stopped here
And I watch his woods fill with snow

My horse must have surprised
Why are we stopping here, away from the housing,
Between these woods and frozen lake
In the darkest night of the year

Forests are wonderful, dark, lost somewhere far away,
But I have obligations
And I do a lot of miles to go before I sleep,
And I do a lot of miles to go before I sleep

Horse tinkling bell under the arc,
Like asking whether it was necessary to stop here.
And the only sound except
Quietly call of the wind blowing fluffy snowflakes