Charles Ives - Cradle Song | Текст песни

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"Cradle Song", No.233 (1919)

Hush thee, dear child to slumbers;
We will sing softest numbers;
Nought thy sleeping encumbers.

Summer is slowly dying;
Autumnal winds are sighing;
Faded leaflets are flying.

Brightly the willows quiver;
Peacefully flows the river;
So shall love flow forever.

A. L. Ives, 1846

исполнители:
Dawn Upshaw
Orchestra of St.Luke's
John Adams

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