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Давно монетку в шляпу мне уж не кидал никто,
А в старой доброй Англии творится чёрт-те что.
О том, с чего всё началось и что нас ждёт теперь,
Насколько сможет, правду вам расскажет менестрель.
Ха-лэй, ла-лэй, да, в шляпу мне уж не кидал никто,
С тех пор как в старой Англии творится чёрт-те что.
Его величество король вдруг жутко занемог,
Да так, что сам придворный маг помочь ему не мог.
Коварен и опасен был внезапный тот недуг –
Он от питья происходил, что водкою зовут.
Ха-лэй, ла-лэй, да, наш король вдруг жутко занемог.
Оно не странно, если знать, сколь выхлебать он смог.
В тот день король наш принимал заморского посла,
Намереваясь обсудить торговые дела.
И заключён был договор, и праздник был большой,
Но вместо вин посол глушил напиток свой чудной.
Ха-лэй, ла-лэй, да, принимал заморского посла,
Но что он пил, король не знал, – такие вот дела.
И Джон-король хлебнул слегка ту жидкость из ковша,
И, покраснев, упал на стол он грудью, не дыша.
Вскочила стража, порешив посла скорей схватить,
Но Джон, прочухавшись, велел себе ещё налить.
Ха-лэй, ла-лэй, хлебнул слегка ту жидкость из ковша,
А мне тогда не перепало вовсе ни шиша.
Посол уехал в ту же ночь, шатаясь на ветру,
А бедное величество скрутило поутру:
Корона давит на мозги, тошнит глядеть на стол…
И вспомнил Джон, что гость хвалил какой-то там рассол.
Ха-лэй, ла-лэй, да, в ту же ночь, шатаясь на ветру,
Твердил посол, что пить рассол всем нужно поутру.
И бедный Джонни, спав с лица, к кудеснику пошёл,
Чтоб тот ему наколдовал спасительный рассол.
Но весть дурную королю принёс великий маг:
Без камня философского не справиться никак.
Ха-лэй, ла-лэй, да, спав с лица, к кудеснику пошёл,
Но делом хитрым оказался клятый тот рассол.
И вот король кидает клич средь рыцарей своих,
За камень обещая десять тысяч золотых.
Но вызвался всего один, поскольку испокон
Волшебным камушком владел большой и злой дракон.
Ха-лэй, ла-лэй, кидает клич средь рыцарей своих,
И клюнул сэр Гавейн на десять тысяч золотых.
Седлает лошадь сэр Гавейн, чтоб свой поход начать,
А Джон-король от дел своих запрятался в кровать.
Собрался весь придворный люд решать, как дальше жить,
Но захотела королева нрав свой проявить.
Ха-лэй, ла-лэй, да, сэр Гавейн решил поход начать,
А королева Изабель – всю власть к рукам прибрать.
Была дорога рыцаря опасна и трудна,
Но к логову дракона всё же вывела она.
А так как рыцарь был хитёр за недостатком сил,
Он водочки бочоночек с собою прихватил.
Ха-лэй, ла-лэй, была дорога ужас как трудна,
И бочку ту они с драконом выпили до дна.
Наутро бедный наш зверёк с похмелия страдал
И трезвому Гавейну камень на рассол отдал.
Вернулся храбрый наш герой с победой во дворец,
А за воротами его встречал седой мудрец.
Ха-лэй, ла-лэй, да, наш зверёк с похмелия страдал,
Но вкус рассола никогда он так и не познал.
Готов уже был эликсир, что Джона мог спасти,
Но королева колдуну вдруг стала на пути.
И двух героев в тот же миг велит она казнить –
Мол, якобы монарха те хотели отравить.
Ха-лэй, ла-лэй, тот эликсир, что Джона мог спасти,
Был выплеснут в окошко этажей так с десяти.
Колдун и сэр на эшафоте свой конец нашли,
Дракон издох во цвете лет в глухой своей дали,
Король болеющий решил не покидать постель,
А Англия навек в руках прелестной Изабель.
Ха-лэй, ла-лэй, на эшафоте свой конец нашли…
Подайте, люди добрые, а то за мной пришли!
For a long time, no one threw me a hat in a hat,
And in the good old England the hell is happening.
About how it all started and what awaits us now,
As far as you can, a minstrel will tell you the truth.
Ha-la, la-la, yes, no one threw me into a hat,
Since the devil is going on in old England.
His Majesty King is suddenly terribly caught
So much so that the court magician himself could not help him.
The stake and dangerous was the sudden ailment -
He came from drinking, which was called vodka.
Ha-Lay, la-la, yes, our king is suddenly terribly caught.
It is not strange if you know how much he could get out.
On that day, our king accepted the overseas ambassador,
Intending to discuss trade affairs.
And the contract was concluded, and the holiday was big,
But instead of wines, the ambassador was jamming his wonderful drink.
Ha-lai, la-la, yes, accepted the overseas ambassador,
But what he drank, the king did not know - such things.
And John Corol drained slightly that liquid from the bucket,
And, blushing, he fell on the table with his chest, not breathing.
The guard jumped up, having decided to grab the ambassador soon,
But John, having fucked, ordered himself to pour himself.
Ha-la, la-la, drained slightly that liquid from the bucket,
And then I did not fall off at all.
The ambassador left that night, staggering in the wind,
And the poor Majesty twisted in the morning:
The crown presses on the brains, feel sick to look at the table ...
And John remembered that the guest praised some kind of brine there.
Ha-la, la-la, yes, that night, staggering in the wind,
The ambassador insisted that everyone needs to drink brine in the morning.
And poor Johnny, sleeping from his face, went to the sorcerer,
So that he would conjure a saving brine.
But the news was brought to the bad king: the great magician:
Without a philosophical stone, can not cope in any way.
Ha-lai, la-la, yes, sleeping from his face, went to the sorcerer,
But the cunning was cunning that brine.
And now the king throws a cry among his knights,
Promising ten thousand gold for the stone.
But only one volunteered, because time
A large and evil dragon owned a magic pebble.
Ha-lai, la-la, throws a cry among his knights,
And Sir Gawain pecked at ten thousand gold.
Sir Gawain's horse is saddled to start his campaign,
And John-Korol hid in his work.
The whole court people gathered to decide how to continue to live,
But the queen wanted to show her temper.
Ha-lai, la-la, yes, Sir Gawain decided to start a campaign,
And the Queen Isabelle - to take all the power to the hands.
The knight's road was dangerous and difficult,
But she nevertheless brought to the den of the dragon.
And since the knight was a cunning for a lack of strength,
He grabbed the vodka barrels with him.
Ha-Lay, La-Lay, was horror as difficult,
And that barrel with the dragon drank to the bottom.
The next morning, our poor animal suffered from hangover
And he gave a stone to the gawayin to the brine.
Our brave hero returned with a victory to the palace,
And behind the gate he was met by a gray -haired sage.
Ha-lai, la-la, yes, our animal suffered from hangover,
But he never knew the taste of brine.
There was already an elixir that John could save
But the Queen Sorcerer suddenly became in the way.
And at the same moment she tells two heroes to execute -
Like, supposedly the monarch wanted to poison.
Ha-lai, la-la, the elixir that John could save
He was splated out into the window of the floors from ten.
The sorcerer and sir on the scaffold found their end,
The dragon was breathing in the color of years in their deaf Dali,
The king of the sick decided not to leave the bed,
And England is forever in the hands of lovely Isabelle.
Ha-la, la-la, they found their end on the scaffold ...
Serve, good people, otherwise they came for me!
And in the good old England the hell is happening.
About how it all started and what awaits us now,
As far as you can, a minstrel will tell you the truth.
Ha-la, la-la, yes, no one threw me into a hat,
Since the devil is going on in old England.
His Majesty King is suddenly terribly caught
So much so that the court magician himself could not help him.
The stake and dangerous was the sudden ailment -
He came from drinking, which was called vodka.
Ha-Lay, la-la, yes, our king is suddenly terribly caught.
It is not strange if you know how much he could get out.
On that day, our king accepted the overseas ambassador,
Intending to discuss trade affairs.
And the contract was concluded, and the holiday was big,
But instead of wines, the ambassador was jamming his wonderful drink.
Ha-lai, la-la, yes, accepted the overseas ambassador,
But what he drank, the king did not know - such things.
And John Corol drained slightly that liquid from the bucket,
And, blushing, he fell on the table with his chest, not breathing.
The guard jumped up, having decided to grab the ambassador soon,
But John, having fucked, ordered himself to pour himself.
Ha-la, la-la, drained slightly that liquid from the bucket,
And then I did not fall off at all.
The ambassador left that night, staggering in the wind,
And the poor Majesty twisted in the morning:
The crown presses on the brains, feel sick to look at the table ...
And John remembered that the guest praised some kind of brine there.
Ha-la, la-la, yes, that night, staggering in the wind,
The ambassador insisted that everyone needs to drink brine in the morning.
And poor Johnny, sleeping from his face, went to the sorcerer,
So that he would conjure a saving brine.
But the news was brought to the bad king: the great magician:
Without a philosophical stone, can not cope in any way.
Ha-lai, la-la, yes, sleeping from his face, went to the sorcerer,
But the cunning was cunning that brine.
And now the king throws a cry among his knights,
Promising ten thousand gold for the stone.
But only one volunteered, because time
A large and evil dragon owned a magic pebble.
Ha-lai, la-la, throws a cry among his knights,
And Sir Gawain pecked at ten thousand gold.
Sir Gawain's horse is saddled to start his campaign,
And John-Korol hid in his work.
The whole court people gathered to decide how to continue to live,
But the queen wanted to show her temper.
Ha-lai, la-la, yes, Sir Gawain decided to start a campaign,
And the Queen Isabelle - to take all the power to the hands.
The knight's road was dangerous and difficult,
But she nevertheless brought to the den of the dragon.
And since the knight was a cunning for a lack of strength,
He grabbed the vodka barrels with him.
Ha-Lay, La-Lay, was horror as difficult,
And that barrel with the dragon drank to the bottom.
The next morning, our poor animal suffered from hangover
And he gave a stone to the gawayin to the brine.
Our brave hero returned with a victory to the palace,
And behind the gate he was met by a gray -haired sage.
Ha-lai, la-la, yes, our animal suffered from hangover,
But he never knew the taste of brine.
There was already an elixir that John could save
But the Queen Sorcerer suddenly became in the way.
And at the same moment she tells two heroes to execute -
Like, supposedly the monarch wanted to poison.
Ha-lai, la-la, the elixir that John could save
He was splated out into the window of the floors from ten.
The sorcerer and sir on the scaffold found their end,
The dragon was breathing in the color of years in their deaf Dali,
The king of the sick decided not to leave the bed,
And England is forever in the hands of lovely Isabelle.
Ha-la, la-la, they found their end on the scaffold ...
Serve, good people, otherwise they came for me!
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