"Здесь должен быть подземный ход," -
Сказал воришке шут,
"От суеты и от забот
Пора бы отдохнуть.
Барыги пьют моё вино,
Крестьяне пашут луг,
Понять им, видно, не дано,
Что их коснулось рук."
"Причин для беспокойства нет,"
Ответил вор шуту,
"Пусть тех, кто видит в жизни бред,
Намного больше тут,
Но эти игры не для нас,
Не в этом наш удел.
Не будем же в столь поздний час
Таких касаться тем."
И принцы в башне на посту.
И дамы на порог
Придут и, постояв, уйдут,
И слуги без сапог.
И дикий кот кричит во тьме,
И из ночных теней
Спешат два всадника к стене.
И ветер.
Всё сильней.
***
There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
Theres too much confusion
I cant get no relief
Businessman they drink my wine
Plow men dig my earth
None will level on the line
Nobody of it is worth
Hey hey
No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke but uh
But you and I weve been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hours getting late
Hey
Hey
All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Bare-foot servants to, but huh
Outside in the cold distance
A wild cat did growl
Two riders were approachin
And the wind began to howl
Hey
Oh
All along the watchtower
Hear you sing around the watch
Gotta beware gotta beware I will
Yeah
Ooh baby
All along the watchtower
Тут было
"There must be some kind of way out of here,"
Said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion,
I can't get no relief.
Businessman they drink my wine,
Plowman dig my earth
None will level on the line, nobody offered his word, hey"
"No reason to get excited,"
The thief, he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late"
All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants, too
Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl
*buisness man there, drink my wine,
Come and take my herb. "There must be an underground passage," -
The jester said to the thief,
"From vanity and worries
It's time to rest.
The hucksters drink my wine
The peasants plow the meadow
It seems that they are not given to understand,
That they touched their hands. "
"There is no cause for concern,"
The thief answered the jester,
"Let those who see delirium in life,
Much more here
But these games are not for us
This is not our lot.
Let's not be at such a late hour
Such touching topics. "
And the princes in the tower are on duty.
And ladies on the doorstep
They will come and, after standing, will leave,
And the servants without boots.
And the wild cat screams in the dark
And from the night shadows
Two horsemen hurry to the wall.
And wind.
Stronger and stronger.
***
There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
Theres too much confusion
I cant get no relief
Businessman they drink my wine
Plow men dig my earth
None will level on the line
Nobody of it is worth
Hey hey
No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke but uh
But you and I weve been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hours getting late
Hey
Hey
All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Bare-foot servants to, but huh
Outside in the cold distance
A wild cat did growl
Two riders were approachin
And the wind began to howl
Hey
Oh
All along the watchtower
Hear you sing around the watch
Gotta beware gotta beware I will
Yeah
Ooh baby
All along the watchtower
There was
"There must be some kind of way out of here,"
Said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion,
I can't get no relief.
Businessman they drink my wine,
Plowman dig my earth
None will level on the line, nobody offered his word, hey "
"No reason to get excited,"
The thief, he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late "
All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants, too
Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl
* buisness man there, drink my wine,
Come and take my herb. | |
