Текст песни Гретхен за прялкой - Изгои

Rudyard Kipling
"Outcasts"

For dark deeds
For what the silence is about,
For cunning thoughts
That they did not go to us for the future,
We were chosen as a target
Article paragraphs -
And beckoned gave
With your freedom.

No, we were not escorted
They did not cry after;
We ran away, we ran -
We covered the trail
From our atrocities
And easier - our troubles
Behind us is a jail,
Before us - the whole world

Robbed widows
And orphans of merchants
Behind us is stupid
Messengers are sent around the world;
We roam the ocean
They are on the shore.
And these are Christians
Forgiving the enemy!

But enough, thank God,
In the world of glorious places
Where did I forget the road
Our arrest warrant;
But there are archipelagos
Where people are snapped up
And dead papers
They won't be dusted there.

There is noon - an hour of rest,
The ocean is tender there,
Palace chambers,
And a fountain gurgles in them
No one here dares
Interrupt a half day dream
Until it blows
Cool from the windows.

Nature is a lovely sight
Weather - first grade,
And the singing of birds of paradise
And an ocean port.
And a holiday because
Once a month all year round
Brings our mail
British steamer.

We're waiting at the bar
Arrived poor fellows -
Not a stiff bar,
But the guys really enjoy it.
We sip whiskey important
And with help, and with himself,
But aboard - he's English!
We are not in a hurry to visit them.

And at night it's illegal
We are in England -
With the princes of Albion
Introducing daughters
And the lords invite
To the dance of our wives
We ourselves look proudly
While ... we are dreaming.

Oh my God! At least a sniff
Give us England -
That dirty river
That London scum
Backyards, back streets
And shreds of skinny fields ...
And how is Lord Warden?
And how is our Strait there?