Мюзикл Мелькор - Гортхаур и воины
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ГОРТХАУЭР И ВОИНЫ
ВОИНЫ (поют):
Гудит набат,
Хрипит труба,
Зовет на пир,
кровавый пир боя!
ГОРТХАУЭР (поет):
Огонь и месть –
Вот все, что есть,
И на загривке дыбом встала шерсть!
Гудит набат,
Хрипит труба,
Надменные убийцы, плывите!
Увидим, чей клинок острей,
И правда чья окажется правей!
ВОИНЫ (поют):
Славься, Гортхауэр!
В бой нас веди, вожак,
Мы за тобою – хоть до Валинора!
Эльф – так сиди в раю!
А землишку свою
Мы никому не отдадим без спора!
ГОРТХАУЭР (поет):
Как на прогулку вы шли убивать,
Над беззащитными лёгок успех.
Но научились и мы воевать,
С ходу таранить алмазный доспех!
ВОИНЫ (поют):
Славься, Гортхауэр!
В бой нас веди, вожак,
Мы за тобою хоть до Валинора!
Эльф – так сиди в раю!
А землишку свою
Мы никому не отдадим без спора!
ГОРТХАУЭР (поет):
Ах, где тот мальчик, что любил и пел,
Где дом родной, где дорогие руки?
Все выжжено, остались боль и муки,
Прости, учитель, мальчик повзрослел!
Мой вызов к небу полетел!
ГОРТХАУЭР И ВОИНЫ (поют):
Гудит набат,
Хрипит труба,
Зовет на пир, кровавый пир боя!
Увидим, чей клинок острей,
И правда чья окажется правей!
Gorthaur and the Warriors
Warriors (sing):
The war bell tolls,
The trumpet calls.
It calls for feast, the bloody feast of battle!
Gorthaur (sings):
Revenge and fire -
The sole desire:
We bare our teeth - be ready for the pyre!
The war bell tolls,
The trumpet howls:
Come on, sail on, you arrogant killers!
We’ll see who’s made
The sharpest blade -
We’ll see whose truth will finally win the day!
Warriors (sing):
Hail now Gorthaur!
Lead us now forth to war,
Even so far as to the Blessed Land!
Elves - run to paradise!
Our swords as one will rise -
This land is ours, and here we'll take our stand!
Gorthaur (sings):
Marching for battle, arising in might,
You fought the defenseless and ruthlessly killed.
Now to resist you we've learned how to fight,
Fiercely breaking the diamond-laid shields!
Warriors (sing):
Hail now Gorthaur!
Lead us now forth to war,
Even so far as to the Blessed Land!
Elves - run to paradise!
Our swords as one will rise -
This land is ours, and here we'll take our stand!
Gorthaur (sings):
Oh, where’s that loving boy I was before?
Oh, where's my home - and where's the one who taught me?
The pain is burning, an unending torture.
Forgive me, Teacher, I’m a boy no more!
My cry to heavens - it’s a cry of war!
Gorthaur and Warriors (sing):
The war bell tolls,
The trumpet calls
It calls for feast, the bloody feast of battle!
We’ll see who’s made
The sharpest blade -
We’ll see whose truth will finally win the day!
ВОИНЫ (поют):
Гудит набат,
Хрипит труба,
Зовет на пир,
кровавый пир боя!
ГОРТХАУЭР (поет):
Огонь и месть –
Вот все, что есть,
И на загривке дыбом встала шерсть!
Гудит набат,
Хрипит труба,
Надменные убийцы, плывите!
Увидим, чей клинок острей,
И правда чья окажется правей!
ВОИНЫ (поют):
Славься, Гортхауэр!
В бой нас веди, вожак,
Мы за тобою – хоть до Валинора!
Эльф – так сиди в раю!
А землишку свою
Мы никому не отдадим без спора!
ГОРТХАУЭР (поет):
Как на прогулку вы шли убивать,
Над беззащитными лёгок успех.
Но научились и мы воевать,
С ходу таранить алмазный доспех!
ВОИНЫ (поют):
Славься, Гортхауэр!
В бой нас веди, вожак,
Мы за тобою хоть до Валинора!
Эльф – так сиди в раю!
А землишку свою
Мы никому не отдадим без спора!
ГОРТХАУЭР (поет):
Ах, где тот мальчик, что любил и пел,
Где дом родной, где дорогие руки?
Все выжжено, остались боль и муки,
Прости, учитель, мальчик повзрослел!
Мой вызов к небу полетел!
ГОРТХАУЭР И ВОИНЫ (поют):
Гудит набат,
Хрипит труба,
Зовет на пир, кровавый пир боя!
Увидим, чей клинок острей,
И правда чья окажется правей!
Gorthaur and the Warriors
Warriors (sing):
The war bell tolls,
The trumpet calls.
It calls for feast, the bloody feast of battle!
Gorthaur (sings):
Revenge and fire -
The sole desire:
We bare our teeth - be ready for the pyre!
The war bell tolls,
The trumpet howls:
Come on, sail on, you arrogant killers!
We’ll see who’s made
The sharpest blade -
We’ll see whose truth will finally win the day!
Warriors (sing):
Hail now Gorthaur!
Lead us now forth to war,
Even so far as to the Blessed Land!
Elves - run to paradise!
Our swords as one will rise -
This land is ours, and here we'll take our stand!
Gorthaur (sings):
Marching for battle, arising in might,
You fought the defenseless and ruthlessly killed.
Now to resist you we've learned how to fight,
Fiercely breaking the diamond-laid shields!
Warriors (sing):
Hail now Gorthaur!
Lead us now forth to war,
Even so far as to the Blessed Land!
Elves - run to paradise!
Our swords as one will rise -
This land is ours, and here we'll take our stand!
Gorthaur (sings):
Oh, where’s that loving boy I was before?
Oh, where's my home - and where's the one who taught me?
The pain is burning, an unending torture.
Forgive me, Teacher, I’m a boy no more!
My cry to heavens - it’s a cry of war!
Gorthaur and Warriors (sing):
The war bell tolls,
The trumpet calls
It calls for feast, the bloody feast of battle!
We’ll see who’s made
The sharpest blade -
We’ll see whose truth will finally win the day!
Gorthauer and warriors
Warriors (sing):
Nabat is buzzing
He wheezes the pipe
Calls the feast
Bloody feast of battle!
Gorthauer (sings):
Fire and revenge -
That's all that is
And on the scruff of the neck stood on end!
Nabat is buzzing
He wheezes the pipe
Extreme killers, swim!
We will see whose blade is sharp
And the truth whose will be right!
Warriors (sing):
Glory, Gorthauer!
Lead us into battle, leader,
We are behind you - at least to Valinor!
Elf - so sit in paradise!
And his earth
We will not give anyone without a dispute!
Gorthauer (sings):
How you went to kill for a walk,
The defenseless is easy success.
But we learned how to fight,
Roll up a diamond armor on the move!
Warriors (sing):
Glory, Gorthauer!
Lead us into battle, leader,
We are behind you at least to Valinor!
Elf - so sit in paradise!
And his earth
We will not give anyone without a dispute!
Gorthauer (sings):
Ah, where is the boy who loved and sang,
Where is the house of the native, where are the dear hands?
Everything was burned out, pain and flour remained,
Sorry, teacher, the boy has matured!
My call flew to the sky!
Gorthauer and warriors (sing):
Nabat is buzzing
He wheezes the pipe
Calls a feast, a bloody feast of battle!
We will see whose blade is sharp
And the truth whose will be right!
Gorthaur and the Warriors
Warriors (Sing):
The War Bell Tolls,
The Trumpet Calls.
IT Calls for Feast, The Bloody Feast of Battle!
Gorthaur (Sings):
Revenge and Fire -
The Sole Desire:
We Bare OUR Teeeth - Be Ready for the Pyre!
The War Bell Tolls,
The Trumpet Howls:
Come On, Sail on, You Arrogant Killers!
We’ll See Who’s Made
The Sharpest Blade -
We’ll See Whose Truth Will Finally Win The Day!
Warriors (Sing):
Hail Now Gorthaur!
LEAD USE FORTH To WAR,
Even So Far as to the Blessed Land!
Elves - Run to Paradise!
OUR Swords as One Will Rise -
This Land Is Ours, and Heere We'll Take Oour Stand!
Gorthaur (Sings):
Marching for Battle, Arising in Might,
You Fough The Defenseless and Ruthlessly Killed.
Now to resist you we've learned How to Fight,
Fiercely Breaking the Diamond-Laid Shields!
Warriors (Sing):
Hail Now Gorthaur!
LEAD USE FORTH To WAR,
Even So Far as to the Blessed Land!
Elves - Run to Paradise!
OUR Swords as One Will Rise -
This Land Is Ours, and Heere We'll Take Oour Stand!
Gorthaur (Sings):
Oh, what ’that loving boy i was before?
Oh, what's my home - and what's the One Who Taught Me?
The Pain is Burning, An Unending Torture.
Forgive Me, Teacher, I’m a boy no more!
My crry to heavens - it’s a crry of war!
Gorthaur and Warriors (Sing):
The War Bell Tolls,
The Trumpet Calls
IT Calls for Feast, The Bloody Feast of Battle!
We’ll See Who’s Made
The Sharpest Blade -
We’ll See Whose Truth Will Finally Win The Day!
Warriors (sing):
Nabat is buzzing
He wheezes the pipe
Calls the feast
Bloody feast of battle!
Gorthauer (sings):
Fire and revenge -
That's all that is
And on the scruff of the neck stood on end!
Nabat is buzzing
He wheezes the pipe
Extreme killers, swim!
We will see whose blade is sharp
And the truth whose will be right!
Warriors (sing):
Glory, Gorthauer!
Lead us into battle, leader,
We are behind you - at least to Valinor!
Elf - so sit in paradise!
And his earth
We will not give anyone without a dispute!
Gorthauer (sings):
How you went to kill for a walk,
The defenseless is easy success.
But we learned how to fight,
Roll up a diamond armor on the move!
Warriors (sing):
Glory, Gorthauer!
Lead us into battle, leader,
We are behind you at least to Valinor!
Elf - so sit in paradise!
And his earth
We will not give anyone without a dispute!
Gorthauer (sings):
Ah, where is the boy who loved and sang,
Where is the house of the native, where are the dear hands?
Everything was burned out, pain and flour remained,
Sorry, teacher, the boy has matured!
My call flew to the sky!
Gorthauer and warriors (sing):
Nabat is buzzing
He wheezes the pipe
Calls a feast, a bloody feast of battle!
We will see whose blade is sharp
And the truth whose will be right!
Gorthaur and the Warriors
Warriors (Sing):
The War Bell Tolls,
The Trumpet Calls.
IT Calls for Feast, The Bloody Feast of Battle!
Gorthaur (Sings):
Revenge and Fire -
The Sole Desire:
We Bare OUR Teeeth - Be Ready for the Pyre!
The War Bell Tolls,
The Trumpet Howls:
Come On, Sail on, You Arrogant Killers!
We’ll See Who’s Made
The Sharpest Blade -
We’ll See Whose Truth Will Finally Win The Day!
Warriors (Sing):
Hail Now Gorthaur!
LEAD USE FORTH To WAR,
Even So Far as to the Blessed Land!
Elves - Run to Paradise!
OUR Swords as One Will Rise -
This Land Is Ours, and Heere We'll Take Oour Stand!
Gorthaur (Sings):
Marching for Battle, Arising in Might,
You Fough The Defenseless and Ruthlessly Killed.
Now to resist you we've learned How to Fight,
Fiercely Breaking the Diamond-Laid Shields!
Warriors (Sing):
Hail Now Gorthaur!
LEAD USE FORTH To WAR,
Even So Far as to the Blessed Land!
Elves - Run to Paradise!
OUR Swords as One Will Rise -
This Land Is Ours, and Heere We'll Take Oour Stand!
Gorthaur (Sings):
Oh, what ’that loving boy i was before?
Oh, what's my home - and what's the One Who Taught Me?
The Pain is Burning, An Unending Torture.
Forgive Me, Teacher, I’m a boy no more!
My crry to heavens - it’s a crry of war!
Gorthaur and Warriors (Sing):
The War Bell Tolls,
The Trumpet Calls
IT Calls for Feast, The Bloody Feast of Battle!
We’ll See Who’s Made
The Sharpest Blade -
We’ll See Whose Truth Will Finally Win The Day!