Beatles перевод песен

Within You Without You We were talking about the space between us all and people who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion never glimpse

Нold me tight It feels so right now, hold me tight, Tell me I’m the only one and then I might Never be the lonely

Words Of Love Hold me close and tell me how you feel Tell me love is real, mmm Words of love you whisper soft and

Тhere’s a place There, there’s a place Where I can go when I feel low when I feel blue. And it’s my mind, and there’s

Yellow Submarine In the town where I was born Lived a man who sailed to sea And he told us of his life In the

Yellow submarine in Pepperland Instrumental “+”ipt>”; Желтая подводная лодка в Пепперленде Инструментальная композиция “+”ipt>”;

Yer blues Yes I’m lonely wanna die Yes I’m lonely wanna die If I ain’t dead already Ooh girl you know the reason why. In

Yes it is If you wear red tonight Remember what I said tonight For red is color that my baby wore and what’s more it’s

Yesterday Yesterday, All my troubles seemed so far away Now it looks as though they’re here to stay Oh, I believe in yesterday Suddenly, I’m

You’re going to lose that girl You’re going to lose that girl, You’re going to lose that girl. If you don’t take her out tonight,

You’ve got to hide your love away Here I stand head in hand Turn my face to the wall If she’s gone I can’t go

You’ve really got a hold on me I don’t like you but I love you, Seems that I’m always thinking of you. Oh ho ho

You can’t do that I got something to say that might cause you pain, If I catch you talking to that boy again. I’m gonna

You know my name (Look up the number) You know my name, look up the number You know my name, look up the number You,

You like me too much Though you’ve gone away this morning You’ll be back again tonight, Telling me there’ll be no next time If I

You never give me your money You never give me your money, You only give me your funny paper, And in the middle of negotiations

Your mother should know Let’s all get up and dance to a song that was a hit before your mother was born Though she was

With a little help from my friends What would you think if I sang out of tune Would you stand up and walk out on

You won’t see me When I call you up your line’s engaged. I have had enough, so act your age. We have lost the time

Wild honey pie Honey Pie… Honey Pie… I love you, Honey Pie “+”ipt>”; Дикий медовый пирог Медовый пирог… Медовый пирог… Я люблю тебя, Медовый пирог

Why Don’t We Do It in the Road? Why don’t we do it in the road Why don’t we do it in the road Why

While my guitar gently weeps I look at you all see the love there that’s sleeping While my guitar gently weeps. I look at the

When I get home I got a whole lot of things to tell her when I get home. Come on, outta my way, ‘cos I’m

When I’m sixty-four When I get older losing my hair Many years from now Will you still be sendind me a valentine Birthday greetings, bottle

What you’re doing Look what you’re doing, I’m feeling blue and lonely, Would it be too much to ask of you, What you’re doing to

What goes on What goes on in your heart? What goes on in your mind? You are tearing me apart When you treat me so

What’s the new Mary Jane She looks as an African queen, she eating twelve chapattis and cream, she tastes as Mongolian lamb, she coming from

We can work it out Try to see it my way, Do I have to keep on talking till I can’t go on? While you

Wait It’s been a long time Now I’m coming back home I’ve been away now Oh how I’ve been alone Wait till I come back

Two of us Two of us riding nowhere spending someone’s hard-earned pay. You and me sunday driving, not arriving on our way back home. We’re

Twist And Shout Well, shake it up, baby, now, (shake it up, baby) Twist and shout. (twist and shout) C’mon c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, baby, now,

Tomorrow never knows Turn off your mind, relax and float down stream, It is not dying, it is not dying. Lay down all thoughts, surrender

Till there was you There were bells on a hill, But I never heard them ringing. No I never heard them at all Till there

Ticket To Ride I think I’m gonna be sad, I think it’s today yeah. The girl that’s driving me mad Is going away. She’s got

This boy That boy took my love away Oh, he’ll regret it some day But this boy wants you back again That boy isn’t good

Think For Yourself I’ve got a word or two To say about the things that you do You’re telling all those lies About the good

Things we said today You say you will love me If I have to go You’ll be thinking of me Somehow I will know Someday

The word Say the word and you’ll be free Say the word and be like me Say the word I’m thinking of Have you heard

The night before We said our goodbyes (on the night before), Love was in your eyes (on the night before). Now today I find you

The long and winding road The long and winding road that leads to your door Will never disappear, I’ve seen that road before. It always

The Inner Light Without going out of my door I can know all things of earth Without looking out of my window I could know

The end Oh yeah, all right Are you going to be in my dreams Tonight? And in the end The love you take Is equal

The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill Hey, Bungalow Bill What did you kill Bungalow Bill? Hey, Bungalow Bill What did you kill Bungalow Bill? He

The ballad of John and Yoko Standing in the dock at Southampton, Trying to get to Holland or France. The man in the mac said,

Thank You Girl Oh, oh, You’ve been good to me, You made me glad When I was blue, And eternally I’ll always be In love

Thank you, girl Oh, oh, You’ve been good to me, You made me glad When I was blue, And eternally I’ll always be In love

Tell Me Why(саундтрек к фильму “Вечер трудного дня”) Tell me why you cried, and why you lied to me, Tell me why you cried, and

Tell me what you see If you let me take your heart I will prove to you We will never be apart If I’m part

Taxman Let me tell you how it will be There’s one for you, nineteen for me ’cause I’m the taxman, yeah, I’m the taxman Should

Sun King Here comes the sun king Here comes the sun king Everybody’s laughing Everybody’s happy Here comes the sun king Quando para mucho mi

Strawberry Fields forever Let me take you down, cos I’m going to Strawberry Fields Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about Strawberry Fields

Something Something in the way she moves, Attracts me like no other lover. Something in the way she woos me. I don’t wanna leave her

Slow down Well come on pretty baby won’t you walk with me? Come on pretty baby won’t you talk with me? Come on pretty baby

Sie liebt dich Sie liebt dich, yeh, yeh, yeh Sie liebt dich, yeh, yeh, yeh Sie liebt dich, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeah Du glaubst sie

She said she said She said I know what it’s like to be dead I know what it is to be sad And she’s making

She Loves You She loves you, yeh, yeh, yeh. She loves you, yeh, yeh, yeh. She loves you, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh. You think you’ve

She came in through the bathroom window She came in through the bathroom window Protected by a silver spoon. But now she sucks her thumb

She’s leaving home Wednesday morning at five o’clock as the day begins Silently closing her bedroom door Leaving the note that she hoped would say

She’s a woman My love don’t give me presents I know that she’s no peasant Only ever has to give me Love forever and forever

Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band (Reprise) We’re Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band We hope you have enjoyed the show. Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts

Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band It was twenty years ago today Sergeant Pepper taught the band to play. They’ve been going in and out

Sexy Sadie Sexy Sadie, what have you done? You made a fool of everyone, You made a fool of everyone. Sexy Sadie, oh what have

Sea of time Instrumental “+”ipt>”; Море времени Инструментальная композиция “+”ipt>”;

Sea of Monsters Instrumental “+”ipt>”; Море Монстров Инструментальная композиция “+”ipt>”;

Sea of holes Instrumental “+”ipt>”; Море дырок Инструментальная композиция “+”ipt>”;

Savoy truffle Cream tangerine and montelimat*, A ginger sling with a pineapple heart, Coffee dessert, yes, you know it’s good news. But you’ll have to

Run for your life Well, I’d rather see you dead, little girl, Than to be with another man. You’d better keep your head, little girl,

Roll over Beethoven I’m gonna write a little letter, gonna mail it to my local DJ. It’s a rockin’ little record I want my jockey

Rocky Racoon Now somewhere in the black mountain hills of Dacota There lived a young boy named Rocky Racoon. And one day his woman ran

Rock and roll music Just let me hear some of that rock and roll music, Any old way you choose it. It’s got a back

Revolution 9 (Bottle of Claret for you if I had realised: Well, do it next time. I forgot about it, George, I’m sorry. Will you

Revolution You say you want a revolution, Well, you know we all wanna change the world. You tell me that it’s evolution, Well, you know

Real love All my little plans and schemes Lost like some forgotten dream Seems like all I really was doing Was waiting for you Just

Rain If the rain comes they run and hide their heads They might as well be dead If the rain comes If the rain comes

Polythene Pam Well you should see Polythene Pam She’s so good looking But she looks like a man Well, you should see her in drag

Please mr. postman Wait, oh yes wait a minute mister postman Wait, wait mister postman Mister postman look and see You got a letter in

Please, please me Last night I said these words to my girl I know you never even try, girl Come on, come on, come on,

Piggies Have you see the little piggies crawling in the dirt And for all the little piggies Life is getting worse Always having dirt to

Pepperland laid waste Instrumental “+”ipt>”; Опустошенный Пепперленд Инструментальная композиция “+”ipt>”;

Pepperland Instrumental “+”ipt>”; Пепперленд Инструментальная композиция “+”ipt>”;

Penny Lane Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs of every head he’s had the pleasure to know And all the people that come

Paperback writer Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book? It took me years to write, will you take a look? It’s based on

P.S. I Love You As I write this letter, Send my love to you, Remember that I’ll always, Be in love with you. Treasure these

Only a Northern song If you’re listening to this song You may think the chords are going wrong But they’re not He just wrote it

One after 909 My baby said she’s trav’ling on the one after 909, I said, “A-move over, honey, I’m travelling on that line”. I said

Old brown shoe I want a love that’s right, but right is only half of what’s wrong. I want a short haired girl who sometimes

Oh darling Oh darling please believe me, I’ll never do you no harm, Believe me when I tell you, I’ll never do you no harm.

Octopus’s garden I’d like to be under the sea In an octopus’s garden in the shade. He’d let us in, knows where we’ve been In

Ob-la-di, ob-la-da Desmond has a barrow in the market-place, Molly is the singer in a band. Desmond says to Molly, “Girl, I like your face”,

Nowhere man He’s a real nowhere man, Sitting in his Nowhere Land, Making all his nowhere plans for nobody. Doesn’t have a point of view,

Not a second time You know you made me cry I see no use in wondering why I cry for you And now you’ve changed

Norwegian Wood I once had a girl, Or should I say She once had me; She showed me her room, Isn’t it good Norwegian wood.

No reply This happened once before when I came to your door – no reply. They said it wasn’t you, but I saw you peep

Mr. Moonlight Mr. Moonlight, You came to me one summernight, And from your beam you made my dream, And from the world you sent my

Mother Nature’s Son Born a poor young country boy Mother Nature’s Son All day long I’m sitting singing songs for every one Sit beside a

Money (That’s what I want) The best things in life are free But you can keep them for the birds and bees Now give me

Misery The world is treating me bad, misery. I’m the kind of guy who never used to cry, The world is treating me bad, misery.

Michelle Michelle, ma belle. These are words that go together well, My Michelle. Michelle, ma belle. Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble, Tres

Mean mister Mustard Mean Mister Mustard sleeps in the park Shaves in the dark trying to save paper Sleeps in a hole in the road

Maxwell’s silver hammer Joan was quizzical studied pataphysical science in the home. Late nights all alone with a test-tube, oh, oh, oh, oh. Maxwell Edison