Перевод песни Audra Mae – Sullivan's Letter

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Sullivan Ballou
July of 1861
Wrote to his wife
And seven odd days later
He lost his life
In the First Battle of Bull Run
And the letter read...
When the breeze
Brushes against your cheek
Heaven is sending you
My breath
Oh, my Sarah, dear
Do not mourn me dead
Think I am gone and wait for me For we shall meet again
My love for you is deathless
Unlike the flesh of men
So if my love of country
Leaves me breathless
And I cannot write you, my love, again
Remember...
When the breeze
Brushes against your cheek
Heaven is sending you
My breath
Oh, my Sarah, dear
Do not mourn me dead
Think I am gone and wait for me For we shall meet again
And our future lies
In ashes
And Sarah, you must rise
From ashes
When the breeze
Brushes against your cheek
Heaven is sending you
My breath
When the breeze
Brushes against your cheek
Heaven is sending you
My breath
Oh, my Sarah...
Wait for me, for we shall meet again
Sullivan...