My Heart's In The Highlands
by Robert Burns
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer -
A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe;
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birth place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
Farewell to the mountains high cover'd with snow;
Farewell to the straths and green valleys below;
Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods;
Farwell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer
Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe;
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
by Robert Burns
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer -
A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe;
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birth place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
Farewell to the mountains high cover'd with snow;
Farewell to the straths and green valleys below;
Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods;
Farwell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer
Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe;
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Robert Burns, wrote that feels. Happy widower, is also a good poem.
ОтветитьУдалитьHAPPY Widower
In an evil hour I took my wife,
In early May, the month
And, for many years while living in captivity,
Do not just dream to hang himself.
I was captivated throughout her
And bear the burden of silence.
But, finally to my wife
Come to pass away the time.
Not twenty days and twenty years
Having lived with me together,
She walked away, leaving the light
Where - I do not know ...
I'd Love to unravel
Afterlife mystery
That after death we again
Do not meet by accident!
I made over it - ritual
Buried with dignity.
I am afraid that the devil did not take into hell
My wife's dead.
It is, I think, in paradise ...
Sometimes in peals of thunder
I'm terrible roar know
I have long been familiar!