Текст песни Mark Knopfler - Sailing To Philadelphia
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I am Jeremiah Dixon I am a Geordie boy A glass of wine with you, sir And the ladies I'll enjoy All Durham and Northumberland Is measured up by my own hand It was my fate from birth To make my mark upon the earth... He calls me charlie mason A stargazer am i It seems that I was born To chart the evening sky They'd cut me out for baking bread But I had other dreams instead This baker's boy from the west country Would join the royal society... We are sailing to philadelphia A world away from the coaly tyne Sailing to Philadelphia To draw the line The Mason-Dixon line Now you're a good surveyor, dixon But I swear you'll make me mad The west will kill us both You gullible Geordie lad You talk of liberty How can america be free A geordie and a baker's boy In the forests of the iroquois... Now hold your head up, mason See america lies there The morning tide has raised The capes of Delaware Сome up and feel the sun A new morning is begun Another day will make it clear Why your stars should guide us here... We are sailing to philadelphia A world away from the coaly tyne Sailing to Philadelphia To draw the line The Mason-Dixon line Плывём в Филадельфию Я Джереми Диксон, Я парень из Ньюкасла. Мне по душе стакан вина с вами, сэр, И общество прекрасных дам. Весь Дарем и Нортумберленд Я объездил собственной персоной. Это моя судьба с самого рождения - Оставить свой след на Земле. Меня зовут Чарли Мэсон, Я астроном. Кажется, что я был рожден, Чтобы составить карту вечернего неба. Я был рождён для выпечки хлеба, Но вместо этого у меня есть другие мечты. Этот пекарь из западной страны Предпочитает королевское общество. Мы плывем в Филадельфию, В мир без черных тайн. Плывем в Филадельфию, Чтобы подвести черту, Черту Мэсона-Диксона... Сейчас ты хороший эксперт, Диксон, Но, клянусь, ты выведешь меня из себя. Запад убьет нас обоих. Ты - доверчивый ньюкаслский парень. Ты говоришь о свободе, Но как Америка может быть свободной? Ньюкаслский парень и пекарь, В лесах из ирокезов... А теперь подними голову, Мэсон, Смотри, перед тобой - Америка. Будет утро На берегах штата Делавэр. Подойди сюда, почувствуй солнце. Новое утро началось, Следующий день его очистит... Почему твои звезды ведут нас сюда? Мы плывем в Филадельфию, В мир без черных тайн. Плывем в Филадельфию, Чтобы подвести черту, Черту Мэсона-Диксона... Смотрите также:
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I am Jeremiah Dixon
I am a Geordie boy
A glass of wine with you, sir
And the ladies I'll enjoy
All Durham and Northumberland
Is measured up by my own hand
It was my fate from birth
To make my mark upon the earth ...
He calls me charlie mason
A stargazer am i
It seems that I was born
To chart the evening sky
They'd cut me out for baking bread
But I had other dreams instead
This baker's boy from the west country
Would join the royal society ...
We are sailing to philadelphia
A world away from the coaly tyne
Sailing to Philadelphia
To draw the line
The Mason-Dixon line
Now you're a good surveyor, dixon
But I swear you'll make me mad
The west will kill us both
You gullible Geordie lad
You talk of liberty
How can america be free
A geordie and a baker's boy
In the forests of the iroquois ...
Now hold your head up, mason
See america lies there
The morning tide has raised
The capes of Delaware
Some up and feel the sun
A new morning is begun
Another day will make it clear
Why your stars should guide us here ...
We are sailing to philadelphia
A world away from the coaly tyne
Sailing to Philadelphia
To draw the line
The Mason-Dixon line
Sailing to Philadelphia
I'm Jeremy Dixon,
I'm a guy from Newcastle .
I like a glass of wine with you , sir,
And the company of beautiful ladies .
All Durham and Northumberland
I have traveled in person.
This is my destiny from birth -
Leave your mark on the world.
My name is Charlie Mason ,
I'm an astronomer .
It seems that I was born ,
To make a map of the night sky .
I was born in bread
But instead, I have other dreams.
This baker from western countries
Prefers the Royal Society .
We are sailing to Philadelphia
In a world without black secrets.
Sailing to Philadelphia
To draw a line ,
Mason - Dixon line ...
Now you're a good judge , Dixon ,
But I swear , you have brought me out of myself.
West will kill us both.
You - Newcastle gullible guy.
You're talking about freedom,
But how can America be free ?
Newcastle man and baker,
In the forests of the Iroquois ...
Now lift your head , Mason ,
Look in front of you - America .
will be morning
On the banks of the Delaware .
Come here , feel the sun.
New morning began ,
Next day his atonement ...
Why your star lead us here ?
We are sailing to Philadelphia
In a world without black secrets.
Sailing to Philadelphia
To draw a line ,
Mason - Dixon line ...
