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Sep. 15th, 2011 10:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tengu_crowAway to the westward I'm longing to be,
Where the beauties of heaven unfold by the sea;
Where the sweet purple heather blooms fragrant and free,
On a hilltop high above the Dark Island.
Oh, isle of my childhood I'm dreaming of thee,
As the steamer leaves Oban and passes Tiree;
Soon I'll capture the magic that lingers for me,
When I'm back once more upon the Dark Island.
Это ближе к оригиналу, но я еще очень люблю Олдфилдовский вариант
Where the beauties of heaven unfold by the sea;
Where the sweet purple heather blooms fragrant and free,
On a hilltop high above the Dark Island.
Oh, isle of my childhood I'm dreaming of thee,
As the steamer leaves Oban and passes Tiree;
Soon I'll capture the magic that lingers for me,
When I'm back once more upon the Dark Island.
Это ближе к оригиналу, но я еще очень люблю Олдфилдовский вариант
