Роберт Бернс
МАКФЕРСОН ПЕРЕД КАЗНЬЮ
Так весело,
Отчаянно
Шел к виселице он,
В последний час
В последний пляс
Пустился Макферсон.
Привет вам, тюрьмы короля,
Где жизнь влачат рабы!
Меня сегодня ждет петля
И гладкие столбы.
В полях войны среди мечей
Встречал я смерть не раз,
Но не дрожал я перед ней -
Не дрогну и сейчас!
Разбейте сталь моих оков,
Верните мой доспех.
Пусть выйдет десять смельчаков,
Я одолею всех.
Я жизнь свою провел в бою,
Умру не от меча.
Изменник предал жизнь мою
Веревке палача.
И перед смертью об одном
Душа моя грустит,
Что за меня в краю родном
Никто не отомстит.
Прости, мой край! Весь мир, прощай!
Меня поймали в сеть.
Но жалок тот, кто смерти ждет,
Не смея умереть!
Так весело,
Отчаянно
Шел к виселице он.
В последний час
В последний пляс
Пустился Макферсон.
А если это еще бодро и жизнерадостно поет Клара Румянова, заменив Макферсона на "Крошку Джона"...
Robert Burns
M'Pherson's Farewell
tune-"M'Pherson's Rant."
Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong,
The wretch's destinie!
M'Pherson's time will not be long
On yonder gallows-tree.
Chorus.-Sae rantingly, sae wantonly,
Sae dauntingly gaed he;
He play'd a spring, and danc'd it round,
Below the gallows-tree.
O, what is death but parting breath?
On many a bloody plain
I've dared his face, and in this place
I scorn him yet again!
Sae rantingly, &c.
Untie these bands from off my hands,
And bring me to my sword;
And there's no a man in all Scotland
But I'll brave him at a word.
Sae rantingly, &c.
I've liv'd a life of sturt and strife;
I die by treacherie:
It burns my heart I must depart,
And not avenged be.
Sae rantingly, &c.
Now farewell light, thou sunshine bright,
And all beneath the sky!
May coward shame distain his name,
The wretch that dares not die!
Sae rantingly, &c. Robert Burns
MCPHERSON before execution
So much fun,
Desperately
It was he to the gallows,
In the last hour
The last dance
Let McPherson.
Greetings to you, the prison of the king,
Where life eke slaves!
I am now waiting for a loop
And smooth poles.
In the fields of war among the swords
I met death more than once,
But I was shaking in front of her -
Do not falter now!
Break the shackles of my steel,
Bring back my armor.
Let come ten brave men,
I will conquer all.
I spent my life in battle,
Umrah is not the sword.
The traitor betrayed my life
Rope hangman.
And before one's death
My soul longs,
As for me in the land of the native
No revenge.
I'm sorry, my land! The whole world, good-bye!
I was caught in the net.
But the miserable one who is waiting for death,
Not daring to die!
So much fun,
Desperately
It was he to the gallows.
In the last hour
The last dance
Let McPherson.
And if it is vigorously and cheerfully sings Clara Rumyanova replacing MacPherson on "Little John" ...
Robert Burns
M'Pherson's Farewell
tune- "M'Pherson's Rant."
Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong,
The wretch's destinie!
M'Pherson's time will not be long
On yonder gallows-tree.
Chorus.-Sae rantingly, sae wantonly,
Sae dauntingly gaed he;
He play'd a spring, and danc'd it round,
Below the gallows-tree.
O, what is death but parting breath?
On many a bloody plain
I've dared his face, and in this place
I scorn him yet again!
Sae rantingly, & amp; c.
Untie these bands from off my hands,
And bring me to my sword;
And there's no a man in all Scotland
But I'll brave him at a word.
Sae rantingly, & amp; c.
I've liv'd a life of sturt and strife;
I die by treacherie:
It burns my heart I must depart,
And not avenged be.
Sae rantingly, & amp; c.
Now farewell light, thou sunshine bright,
And all beneath the sky!
May coward shame distain his name,
The wretch that dares not die!
Sae rantingly, & amp; c. | |
