Плывет, плывет кораблик
Английская детская песенка
Перевод С. Маршак
Плывет, плывет кораблик,
Кораблик золотой,
Везет, везет подарки,
Подарки нам с тобой.
На палубе матросы
Свистят, снуют, спешат,
На палубе матросы -
Четырнадцать мышат.
Плывет, плывет кораблик
На запад, на восток.
Канаты - паутинки,
А парус - лепесток.
Соломенные весла
У маленьких гребцов.
Везет, везет кораблик
Полфунта леденцов.
Ведет кораблик утка,
Испытанный моряк.
- Земля! - сказала утка. -
Причаливайте! Кряк!
I SAW A SHIP A-SAILING
I saw a ship a-sailing,
A-sailing on the sea;
And, oh! it was all laden
With pretty, things for thee!
There were comfits in the cabin,
And apples in the hold;
The sails were made of silk,
And the masts were made of gold.
The four-and-twenty sailors
That stood between the decks,
Were four-and-twenty white mice
With chains about their necks.
The captain was a duck,
With a packet on his back;
And when the ship began to move,
The captain said, "Quack! Quack!"
From "The Real Mother Goose" (1916)
http://www.fidella.com/trmg/TRMG3.html
Weihnachtslied (Рождественская песнь)
Uns komt eih schif gevaren,
es bringt ein schoenen last,
dar uf vil engel scharen,
und hat ein grofsen mast.
Das schif komt uns geladen,
gor vater hats gesant,
Es bringt uns grofsen staden,
Jesum unser heilant.
Das schif komt uns geflofsen,
das schiflein get am lant,
hat himel ufgeschlofsen,
den sun herus gesant.
Maria hat geboren
us irem fleisch und bluot
das kindlin us erkoren,
war mensch und waren got.
Es ligt hie in der wiegen
das liebe kingelin,
sin geist liuht wie ein spiegel:
gelobet muost du sin!
Maria, gotes muoter,
gelobet muost du sin!
Jesus ist unser bruoder,
das liebe kindelin.
Möht ich das kindelin küssen
an sin lieplichen munt,
und waer ich kranc, für gewisse,
ich würd da von gesunt!
Maria, gotes muoter,
din lob ist also breit!
Jesus ist unser bruoder,
gibt dir grofs würdigkeif. Amen.
There comes a ship a-sailing,
With angels flying fast;
She bears a splendid cargo
And has a mighty mast.
This ship is fully laden,
Right to her highest board,
She bears the Son from heaven,
God's high eternal Word.
Upon the sea unruffled,
The ship moves in to shore
To bring us all the riches
She has within her store
And that ship's name is Mary
Of flowers the Rose is she,
And brings to us the Christ Child
From sin to set us free.
the ship made in this fashion
In which such store was cast
Her sail is love's sweet passion
The Holy Ghost her mast.