И это тоже мое...

[Ela]

Это НЕ из текста. А если - то не из того, который я сейчас пишу. Это откуда-то еще. Написано вскоре после Роскона.



Протяни мне ладони, война - я по ним погадаю.

Я прочту твоих линий немую, но внятную вязь

И найду свою линию жизни - у самого края,

Там, где с линией сердца судьба безнадежно сплелась.



Протяни мне ладони, война - я лицо в них укрою.

Полумесяц улыбки взойдет над соленым ручьем,

Я затихну на миг, словно поле грядущего боя,

И забуду дыханье тумана за левым плечом.



Протяни мне ладони, война - я коснусь их губами.

Слышишь - встречный нам ветер последнюю песню поет.

Мы друг друга не выбрали, выбор был сделан не нами -

Но мы выберем вместе, куда мы направим полет!

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[larshire]

Красиво как! Только это что, тема войны с хеппи-эндом?

[Ela]

А это я сюда по скорости закинула - не совсем та версия баллады, которая мне нужна, но дотстаочно близкий вариант.



There was a troop of Irish Dragoons,

Cam' marchin' in doon thro' Fyvie Oh,

An' their Captain's fa'n in love wi' a very bonnie lass,

An' her name it was ca'd pretty Peggy Oh!



Noo there's mony a bonnie lass in the Howe o' Auchterless,

There's mony a bonnie lass in the Garioch,

Oh! there's mony a bonnie Jean in the toon o' Aberdeen,

But the floo'er o' them a' is in Fyvie Oh!



Oh! it's "Come doon the stair, pretty Peggy, my dear,

Oh! come doon the stair, pretty Peggy Oh!

Oh! come doon the stair, kame back your yellow hair,

Tak' a last fareweel o' your daddy Oh!"



"Oh! I ha'e got ribbons for your bonnie gowden hair,

I'll gi'e ye a necklace o' amber Oh!

I'll gi'e ye silken petticoats wi' flounces tae the knee,

If ye'll convoy me doon tae my chaumer Oh!"



"Oh! I ha'e got ribbons for my bonnie gowden hair,

An' I ha'e got a necklace o' amber Oh!

An' I ha'e got petticoats befitting my degree,

An' I'd scorn tae be seen in your chaumer Oh!"



"What would your mammy think if she heard the Guineas clink,

An' the hautboys a-playin' afore you Oh?

What would your mammy think when she heard the Guineas clink,

An kent you had married a sodger Oh?"



"Oh! a sodger's wife I never shall be,

A sodger shall never enjoy me Oh!

For I never do intend to go to a foreign land,

So I never shall marry a sodger Oh!"



"A sodger's wife ye never shall be,

For ye'll be the Captain's Lady Oh!

An' the regiment shall stand wi' their hats intae their hands,

An' they'll bow in the presence o' my Peggy Oh!"

[Ela]

И это тоже - по той же причине.



1. I'll tell me ma, when I go home,

The boys won't leave the girls alone.

They pull my hair, they stole my comb,

And that's alright till I go home.

She is handsome, she is pretty,

She's the belle of Belfast city,

She is courtin', one, two, three,

Please won't you tell me who is she?



2. Albert Mooney says he loves her,

All the boys are fighting for her.

They rap at the door and they ring at the bell,

Saying 'Oh, my true-love are you well?'

Out she comes as white as snow,

Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes,

Old Jenny Murphy says she'll die,

If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye.

I'll tell me ma . . . . 3. Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high

And the snow come tumblin' from the sky

She's as sweet as apple pie

And she'll get her own lad by and by.

When she gets a lad of her own

She won't tell her ma when she gets home

Let them all come as they will,

For it's Albert Mooney she loves still.

I'll tell me ma . . . .