bonny bonny【bonny bonny】《bonny bonny》是Trad演唱的一首歌曲 。
基本介绍中文名：bonny bonny
歌手：Trad
翻唱信息Cara Dillon-Sweet Liberty（2003）Jane Cassidy - The Empty Road（1985）……歌词中英文歌词（中文仅供参考）Bonny BonnyBonny, bonny was my seat in the red rosy yard 美丽是当我坐在娇艳的红玫瑰园中欣赏到的风景And bonny was my ship in the town of Ballynagard 也是我在巴里那加小城里的一叶扁舟Shade and shelter was for me till I began to fail 为我遮风挡雨直到我死去You all may guess now my distress lies near the Nightingale 你们现在应该都能猜到我的压力在于看到战争的惨重伤亡Grief and woe that I must go to fight for England's King 我必须为英格兰国王征战南北，心中满是忧郁悲伤I neither know his friend or foe, and war's a cruel thing 我既不认识国王的朋友也不认识他的仇敌，我只知道战争如此残忍绝望 The nightingale is near at hand, my time at home is brief 在家时日无多了，夜莺还在我身边鸣唱And Carey's steams and mountain land 与故乡的山水依依惜别I part with bitter grief 心中满是痛苦哀伤No more I'll walk the golden hills with Nancy by my side再不能和南茜一同，漫步在夕阳下金色的山上 Or dream along the sun bright rills, 再不能梦里在浮光闪闪的小溪边or view my land with pride 再也不能骄傲的“巡视”着我的家乡We sail away at dawn of day, the sails are ready set 风帆已经準备停当，我们将在黎明起航 When old Benmore I see no more, I'll sigh with deep regret当家乡渐行渐远，我唯有悔恨交加的叹殇Now all must change and I must range across the ocean wide但是现在一些都要改变，我也必需远渡重洋Our ship she may in Biscay's Bay lie low beneath the tide 我们的船也许会搁浅在比斯开海湾If I should fall by cannon ball, or sink beneath the sea 如果我被炮弹击中，或者葬身大海Good people all, a tear let fall and mourn for mine and me善良的人啊，就让泪水为我和过去服丧 If God should spare me my greying hair and bring me back again 如果上天让我死里逃生，让我重回故里I'd love far more my Antrim shore我会更加爱恋安特里姆郡的海岸its dark blue hills and rain 更爱她丝丝细雨和深蓝的山Around the fires, my heart's desires heaven grant till life shall fail 围在火炉旁，我祈求上天保佑直至死亡And keep me far from the cruel war and from the Nightingale让我远离战火，再也不去过问那残酷的战争和那受伤的人们英文歌词Bonny, bonny was my seat in the red rosy yard And bonny was my ship in the town of Ballynagard Shade and shelter was for me till I began to fail You all may guess now my distress lies near the Nightingale Grief and woe that I must go to fight for England's King I neither know his friend or foe, and war's a cruel thing The nightingale is near at hand, my time at home is brief And Carey's steams and mountain land I part with bitter grief No more I'll walk the golden hills with Nancy by my sideOr dream along the sun bright rills, We sail away at dawn of day, the sails are ready set When old Benmore I see no more, I'll sigh with deep regretNow all must change and I must range across the ocean wideOur ship she may in Biscay's Bay lie low beneath the tide If I should fall by cannon ball, or sink beneath the sea Good people all, a tear let fall and mourn for mine and meIf God should spare me my greying hair and bring me back again I'd love far more my Antrim shoreits dark blue hills and rain Around the fires, my heart's desires heaven grant till life shall fail And keep me far from the cruel war and from the Nightingale