Hubert Parry - Royal Choral Society, London Philharmonic Orchestra William Blake's Jerusalem
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Hubert Parry - Royal Choral Society, London Philharmonic Orchestra William Blake's Jerusalem - оригинальный текст песни, перевод, видео
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Jerusalem Перевод С. Маршака
And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?
На этот горный склон крутой
Ступала ль ангела нога?
И знал ли агнец наш святой
Зелёной Англии луга?
And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark Satanic mills?
Светил ли сквозь туман и дым
Нам лик господний с вышины?
И был ли здесь Ерусалим
Меж тёмных фабрик сатаны?
Bring me my bow of burning gold:
Bring me my arrows of desire:
Bring me my spear: O clouds unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire.
Где верный меч, копье и щит,
Где стрелы молний для меня?
Пусть туча грозная примчит
Мне колесницу из огня.
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land.
Мой дух в борьбе несокрушим,
Незримый меч всегда со мной.
Мы возведём Ерусалим
В зелёной Англии родной.
And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?
На этот горный склон крутой
Ступала ль ангела нога?
И знал ли агнец наш святой
Зелёной Англии луга?
And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark Satanic mills?
Светил ли сквозь туман и дым
Нам лик господний с вышины?
И был ли здесь Ерусалим
Меж тёмных фабрик сатаны?
Bring me my bow of burning gold:
Bring me my arrows of desire:
Bring me my spear: O clouds unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire.
Где верный меч, копье и щит,
Где стрелы молний для меня?
Пусть туча грозная примчит
Мне колесницу из огня.
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land.
Мой дух в борьбе несокрушим,
Незримый меч всегда со мной.
Мы возведём Ерусалим
В зелёной Англии родной.
Jerusalem translation by S. Marshak
And Vid Those Feet in Ancient Time
Walk Upon England's Mountains Green?
And was the Holy Lamb of God
Ongland's pleasant Pastures Seen?
This mountain slope is steep
Did the angel step your leg?
And whether the Lamb knew our holy
Green England Luga?
And Vid The Countenance Divine
Shine Forth Upon Oour Clouded Hills?
And was Jerusalem Builded Geere
Among Therese Dark Satanic Mills?
Whether the fog and smoke shone
We are a face of the Lord from the embroidery?
And was it nonsense here
Between the dark factories of Satan?
Bring Me My Bow of Burning Gold:
Bring Me My Arrows of Desire:
Bring Me My Spear: O Clouds Unfold!
Bring Me My Chariot of Fire.
Where is the right sword, spear and shield,
Where are the lightning arrows for me?
Let the cloud of formidable renew
I have a chariot from the fire.
I Will Not Cease from Mental Fight,
Nor Shall My Sword Sleep in My Hand
Till We have Built Jerusalem
In England's Green and Pleasant Land.
My spirit in the struggle is unquestioned,
An invisible sword is always with me.
We will erect nonsense
In Green England, dear.
And Vid Those Feet in Ancient Time
Walk Upon England's Mountains Green?
And was the Holy Lamb of God
Ongland's pleasant Pastures Seen?
This mountain slope is steep
Did the angel step your leg?
And whether the Lamb knew our holy
Green England Luga?
And Vid The Countenance Divine
Shine Forth Upon Oour Clouded Hills?
And was Jerusalem Builded Geere
Among Therese Dark Satanic Mills?
Whether the fog and smoke shone
We are a face of the Lord from the embroidery?
And was it nonsense here
Between the dark factories of Satan?
Bring Me My Bow of Burning Gold:
Bring Me My Arrows of Desire:
Bring Me My Spear: O Clouds Unfold!
Bring Me My Chariot of Fire.
Where is the right sword, spear and shield,
Where are the lightning arrows for me?
Let the cloud of formidable renew
I have a chariot from the fire.
I Will Not Cease from Mental Fight,
Nor Shall My Sword Sleep in My Hand
Till We have Built Jerusalem
In England's Green and Pleasant Land.
My spirit in the struggle is unquestioned,
An invisible sword is always with me.
We will erect nonsense
In Green England, dear.