Christina Aguilera - What Child Is This
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What Child is this who, laid to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom Angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?
[CHORUS]
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing;
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
Why lies He in such mean estate,
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christians, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.
So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh,
Come peasant, king to own Him;
The King of kings salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.
[CHORUS]
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing;
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
перевод не мой (я поправлю будет лучше пока так)
«Кто это дитя»
Кто это дитя, что спал
На коленях Марии
Кого ангелы приветствовали своими псалмами,
Пока пастухи смотрели на него?
Это Христос, король,
Которого приветствовали пастухи, и кому пели ангелы.
Поспеши восславить его,
Малыша, сына Марии.
Почему он лежит в этом убогом месте?
Здесь кормят быков и ослов.
Христиане боятся за свои грехи,
Мир застыл в молитвах.
Принесите ему ладан, золото, и мирт,
Пусть крестьянин воспитает его,
Король королей, принесет избавление,
Пусть он правит в наших сердцах.
Это Христос, король,
Которого приветствовали пастухи, и кому пели ангелы.
Поспеши восславить его,
Малыша, сына Марии.
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom Angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?
[CHORUS]
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing;
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
Why lies He in such mean estate,
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christians, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.
So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh,
Come peasant, king to own Him;
The King of kings salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.
[CHORUS]
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing;
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
перевод не мой (я поправлю будет лучше пока так)
«Кто это дитя»
Кто это дитя, что спал
На коленях Марии
Кого ангелы приветствовали своими псалмами,
Пока пастухи смотрели на него?
Это Христос, король,
Которого приветствовали пастухи, и кому пели ангелы.
Поспеши восславить его,
Малыша, сына Марии.
Почему он лежит в этом убогом месте?
Здесь кормят быков и ослов.
Христиане боятся за свои грехи,
Мир застыл в молитвах.
Принесите ему ладан, золото, и мирт,
Пусть крестьянин воспитает его,
Король королей, принесет избавление,
Пусть он правит в наших сердцах.
Это Христос, король,
Которого приветствовали пастухи, и кому пели ангелы.
Поспеши восславить его,
Малыша, сына Марии.
What Child is this Whoiid to Rest
On Mary's Lap Is Sleeping?
Whom Angels Greet with Anthems Sweet,
While Shepherds Watch Areping?
[Chorus]
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom Shepherds Guard and Angels Sing;
Haste, haste, to bring him laud,
The Babe, The Son of Mary.
Who lies he in the such mean estate,
Were Ox and Ass are Feeding?
Good Christians, Fear, For Sinners Here
The Silent Word Is Pleading.
SO Bring Him Inkense, Gold and Myrrh,
COME PEASANT, KING To OWN HIM;
The King of Kings Salvation Brings,
Let Loving Hearts Enthrone Him.
[Chorus]
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom Shepherds Guard and Angels Sing;
Haste, haste, to bring him laud,
The Babe, The Son of Mary.
the translation is not mine (I will correct it better so far)
"Who is this a child"
Who is this a child, what slept
On the knees of Mary
Whom the angels greeted their psalms,
While the shepherds looked at him?
This is Christ, king,
Which the shepherds greeted, and to whom the angels sang.
Hurry to glorify him
Baby, son of Mary.
Why is he lying in this wretched place?
Bulls and donkeys are fed here.
Christians are afraid for their sins,
The world froze in prayers.
Bring him incense, gold, and myrtle,
Let the peasant bring him up,
King of kings will bring deliverance
Let him rule in our hearts.
This is Christ, king,
Which the shepherds greeted, and to whom the angels sang.
Hurry to glorify him
Baby, son of Mary.
On Mary's Lap Is Sleeping?
Whom Angels Greet with Anthems Sweet,
While Shepherds Watch Areping?
[Chorus]
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom Shepherds Guard and Angels Sing;
Haste, haste, to bring him laud,
The Babe, The Son of Mary.
Who lies he in the such mean estate,
Were Ox and Ass are Feeding?
Good Christians, Fear, For Sinners Here
The Silent Word Is Pleading.
SO Bring Him Inkense, Gold and Myrrh,
COME PEASANT, KING To OWN HIM;
The King of Kings Salvation Brings,
Let Loving Hearts Enthrone Him.
[Chorus]
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom Shepherds Guard and Angels Sing;
Haste, haste, to bring him laud,
The Babe, The Son of Mary.
the translation is not mine (I will correct it better so far)
"Who is this a child"
Who is this a child, what slept
On the knees of Mary
Whom the angels greeted their psalms,
While the shepherds looked at him?
This is Christ, king,
Which the shepherds greeted, and to whom the angels sang.
Hurry to glorify him
Baby, son of Mary.
Why is he lying in this wretched place?
Bulls and donkeys are fed here.
Christians are afraid for their sins,
The world froze in prayers.
Bring him incense, gold, and myrtle,
Let the peasant bring him up,
King of kings will bring deliverance
Let him rule in our hearts.
This is Christ, king,
Which the shepherds greeted, and to whom the angels sang.
Hurry to glorify him
Baby, son of Mary.
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