The Fields of Gold (Sting)

Language: Russian

This one just didn't go anywhere in particular. Which isn't surprising, since the original song didn't either. Some songs resist going anywhere, even under duress.

-Jessi

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

You will recall me
when the western wind will move
in the fields of barley.
You will forget the sun, in which proportion in its jealous sky.
But us, we will go for a walk into the fields of gold.

So she it accepted as it love.
To gaze awhile in the fields of barley
in its handles, was what
she felt, like its hair.
They arrived downward among poured gold.

You will remain with me, will you?
They were by my love among poured barley.
Let us forget the sun in his jealous sky
in proportion to us, lying in the fields of gold.

See which western wind moves as a lover,
therefore, in the fields of barley.
Feel that its body will raise when you kiss its mouth.
Among poured-on gold, it is.
I never made it promises,
and certainly I broke that, but I swear.
In the days still to the left,
let us take a walk into the fields of gold.
Let us take a walk into the fields of gold.

They passed many years in the form of those days of summer.
they see that the children run among poured-on barley.
In proportion to the sun, it goes downward among gold, which
you will recall when the western wind moves
in the fields of barley.
You can say the sun in its jealous sky
took a walk into the fields of gold.
When we, they, took a walk into the fields of gold.
When they took a walk into the fields of gold.