Heimilisritið - 01.07.1955, Síða 50

ÍSLENZUR TEXTI
viS hiS vinsœla danslag „Under the
hridge of Paris". — Textinn er eftir
EKE. — Kynnt af Tónika
Það vorar bráSum vinur minn
•og vetur burtu flýr
•og lóan syngur sönginn sinn
um sumarævintýr;
um lítið hreiður, lítil egg,
sem leynast við örlitla tó,
í lautu bak við lágan vegg,
sem lykur um lágvaxinn skóg.
Ó, hve ég óska þá
ein þér að vera hjá
ástkæri vinur og yndæla stund
eiga þar með þér í angandi lund.
Lóunnar ljúfa mál
lífgar í okkar sál
allt sem er vonglatt og viðkvæmt og
gott;
veturinn flýr á brot.
BEGIN THE BEGUINE
When they begin the Beguine
It brings back the sound of music so tender,
It brings back a night of tropical splendour,
It brings back a memory ever green.
I’m with you once more under the stars
And down by the shore an orchestra’s playing,
And even the palms seem to be swaying
When they begin the Beguine
To live it again is past all endeavour,
Except when that tune clutches my heart,
When thcre we are, swearing to love forever,
And promising never, never to part.
What moments divine, what rapture serene,
Till clouds came along to disperse the joys we had tasted,
And now when I hear people curse the chance that was wasted,
I know but too well what they mean;_
So don’t let them begin the Beguine,
Let the love that was once afire remain an ember;
Let it sleep like the dead desire I only remember
When they begin the Beguine.
Oh yes, let them begin the Beguine, make them play
Till the stars that were there before retum above you,
Till you whisper to me once more,
„Darling, I love you!“
And we suddenly know what heaven we’re in,
When they begin the Beguine,
When they begin tlie Beguine.
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