Элинор Фарджон (Eleanor Farjeon) Текст оригинала на английском языке Nicholas Nicholas, Saint of Children, Loves to spend his wealth On pretty toys for girls and boys, Leaving them by stealth. The wind in the chimney Hears children call: 'Bring me this, Saint Nicholas! Bring me that, Saint Nicholas! A silky scarf, A bag of sweets, A big gold ball!' Nicholas, Saint of Sailors, Children of the sea, When their sails are torn by gales Close at hand is he. The wind in the rigging Hears the sailors cry: 'Save us here, old Nicholas! Save us there, good Nicholas! Saint of Sailors, Bring us safe Home, high and dry!' |
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