Если любой, то: My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth ; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
Farewell to the mountains, high-cover'd with snow, Farewell to the straths and green vallies below; Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods, Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
I picked the reddest apple from the tree,It was the finest one that I could see. I saved it all except a bite or twoJust for you! I carried home the groceries from the store.I wanted to be helpful with the chore.I put them all away except a fewJust for you! Someday I'll be grown up, too.And if I can, I'll grow up just like you. I ate up all my lunch just like you saidBut I think there was a little too much bread,And so I left the crusts when I was throughJust for you!Однажды в саду я увидела лучшее яблоко в миреКрасивый прекрасный плод, как заря.И только разок или два я его откусилаВсю сладость оставила лишь для тебя. Когда в магазин я однажды ходила,То все, что купила, купила любя.Я съела всего лишь пачку пастилыВсе остальное – лишь для тебя. Я съела ту кашу, что так не любилаОставив в тарелке две ложки, тая.Я съела всю кашу, ведь ты так просила.Но эти две ложки лишь для тебя.
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth ;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
Farewell to the mountains, high-cover'd with snow,
Farewell to the straths and green vallies below;
Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods,
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Robert Burns.