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  • Текст песни Редьярд Киплинг - Контрабандисты

    Исполнитель: Редьярд Киплинг
    Название песни: Контрабандисты
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    Коль проснувшись рано, копыт услышишь стук,
    Не дергай занавесочки и не гляди вокруг,
    Кто не любит спрашивать, тому и не соврут,
    Ты, детка, спи, покуда джентльмены не пройдут!

    Двадцать пять лошадок
    Рысью через мрак —
    Водка для священника,
    Для писца табак;
    Письма для шпиона, шелк для леди тут,
    Ты, детка, спи, покуда джентльмены не пройдут!

    Стук и шорох под окном в поздние часы
    Не должны тебя пугать, коль не лают псы.
    Верный тут и Пинчер тут, и оба молча ждут,
    И не дохнут, покуда джентльмены не пройдут!

    Если в красно-голубом увидишь ты солдат,
    Прикуси свой язычок, они пусть говорят.
    Если "душей" назовут тебя вдруг невзначай,
    Где кто был, где кто сейчас, смотри не разболтай!

    Если в дровяной сарай заглянув тайком,
    Смолёные бочонки увидишь с коньяком,
    Звать ни надо никого, не затевай игру,
    Прикрой их досками опять, их уберут к утру!

    Если будешь умницей, то получишь ты
    Куколку французскую редкой красоты,
    Кружевная шляпа: бархатный наряд —
    Это Джентльмены пай-девочке дарят!

    Двадцать пять лошадок
    Рысью через мрак —
    Водка для священника,
    Для писца табак.
    Кто не любит спрашивать, тому и не солгут.
    Детка, спи, покуда Джентльмены не придут!

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    IF you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet,
    Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street,
    Them that ask no questions isn't told a lie.
    Watch the wall my darling while the Gentlemen go by.

    Five and twenty ponies,
    Trotting through the dark -
    Brandy for the Parson, 'Baccy for the Clerk.
    Laces for a lady; letters for a spy,
    Watch the wall my darling while the Gentlemen go by!

    Running round the woodlump if you chance to find
    Little barrels, roped and tarred, all full of brandy-wine,
    Don't you shout to come and look, nor use 'em for your play.
    Put the brishwood back again - and they'll be gone next day !

    If you see the stable-door setting open wide;
    If you see a tired horse lying down inside;
    If your mother mends a coat cut about and tore;
    If the lining's wet and warm - don't you ask no more !

    If you meet King George's men, dressed in blue and red,
    You be careful what you say, and mindful what is said.
    If they call you " pretty maid," and chuck you 'neath the chin,
    Don't you tell where no one is, nor yet where no one's been !

    Knocks and footsteps round the house - whistles after dark -
    You've no call for running out till the house-dogs bark.
    Trusty's here, and Pincher's here, and see how dumb they lie
    They don't fret to follow when the Gentlemen go by !

    'If You do as you've been told, 'likely there's a chance,
    You'll be give a dainty doll, all the way from France,
    With a cap of Valenciennes, and a velvet hood -
    A present from the Gentlemen, along 'o being good !

    Five and twenty ponies,
    Trotting through the dark -
    Brandy for the Parson, 'Baccy for the Clerk.
    Them that asks no questions isn't told a lie -
    Watch the wall my darling while the Gentlemen go by !
    If you wake up early, you will hear the sound of hooves,
    Don't pull the curtains and don't look around
    Who does not like to ask, they will not lie,
    You baby sleep until the gentlemen pass!

    Twenty five horses
    Trot through the darkness -
    Vodka for the priest
    For the scribe tobacco;
    Letters for the spy, silk for the lady here,
    You, baby, sleep until the gentlemen pass!

    Knocking and rustling under the window in the late hours
    Shouldn't scare you, if dogs don't bark.
    Faithful is here and Pincher is here, and both silently wait,
    And they will not die until the gentlemen pass!

    If you see a soldier in red and blue
    Bite your tongue, let them talk.
    If they call you "souls" by chance,
    Where who was, where who is now, do not blab!

    If you sneak into a wood shed,
    You will see the grinded barrels with cognac,
    You don't need to call anyone, don't start a game
    Cover them with boards again, they will be removed by morning!

    If you are smart, you will get
    French doll of rare beauty,
    Lace hat: velvet outfit -
    Gentlemen give this to a good girl!

    Twenty five horses
    Trot through the darkness -
    Vodka for the priest
    For the scribe tobacco.
    He who does not like to ask will not lie.
    Baby sleep until the Gentlemen come!

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    IF you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet,
    Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street,
    Them that ask no questions isn't told a lie.
    Watch the wall my darling while the Gentlemen go by.

    Five and twenty ponies,
    Trotting through the dark -
    Brandy for the Parson, 'Baccy for the Clerk.
    Laces for a lady; letters for a spy,
    Watch the wall my darling while the Gentlemen go by!

    Running round the woodlump if you chance to find
    Little barrels, roped and tarred, all full of brandy-wine,
    Don't you shout to come and look, nor use 'em for your play.
    Put the brishwood back again - and they'll be gone next day!

    If you see the stable-door setting open wide;
    If you see a tired horse lying down inside;
    If your mother mends a coat cut about and tore;
    If the lining's wet and warm - don't you ask no more!

    If you meet King George's men, dressed in blue and red,
    You be careful what you say, and mindful what is said.
    If they call you "pretty maid," and chuck you 'neath the chin,
    Don't you tell where no one is, nor yet where no one's been!

    Knocks and footsteps round the house - whistles after dark -
    You've no call for running out till the house-dogs bark.
    Trusty's here, and Pincher's here, and see how dumb they lie
    They don't fret to follow when the Gentlemen go by!

    'If you do as you've been told,' likely there's a chance,
    You'll be give a dainty doll, all the way from France,
    With a cap of Valenciennes, and a velvet hood -
    A present from the Gentlemen, along 'o being good!

    Five and twenty ponies,
    Trotting through the dark -
    Brandy for the Parson, 'Baccy for the Clerk.
    Them that asks no questions isn't told a lie -
    Watch the wall my darling while the Gentlemen go by!

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