| why do the little ones squirm |
[Oct. 9th, 2020|08:43 pm] |
Ура! Безумная одна девушка, которая из жадности
не делится своими мыслями с человечеством, открыла
мне глаза!
Во-первых, гимн, известный мне от старших детей
Симы и Алеши со времен их подзаборного детства
Бедный я бедный,
Никто меня не любит,
Пойду я в огороды,
Наемся червяков,
Они такие разные,
Зеленые и красные,
Наемся и помру!
А знаешь, почему?
Бедный я бедный...
(и т. д.)
-- это блюз. А во-вторых, вот его текст в оригинале:
Nobody loves me, everybody hates me, guess I'll eat some
worms. Big, fat, chewy ones, hairy, scary, gooey ones; why
do the little ones squirm? |
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[Oct. 9th, 2020|09:21 pm] |
Безумные образумливаются. Офигенский перевод
Филатовского опять Федота-стрельца -- теперь видно,
что английский есть его абсолютная родина, по-русски
он как-то затянут и скучноват. Переводит по кусочкам
Аня Крушельницкая, просто так.
FEDOT/FILATOV. The Czar is hitting on Fedot's wife Masha.
Jester
The Czar heads on to Masha’s, impatient to express his deep admiration. He rides on his portable throne, reeking of potent cologne. His retinue is on display, each man wearing a powdered toupee; they are out to impress in force with a trunk filled with stale petits fours. As a man with a plan to propose, all he needs is a single red rose.
Czar
Your Fedot, by my command,
Departed from his native land!
He’ll be anchored overseas now
By the wave of royal hand.
Not to brood in solitude,
Accept my hand with gratitude,
For I am a stunning lover,
And I’m always in the mood!
Masha
No shame in people anymore!
Fedot is barely out the door,
I got vultures at my doorstep,
I got buzzards by the score!
Czar
Woman! Mind you Ps and Qs!
You don’t really get to choose
When widowed Czars make rare and precious
Offers no one can refuse!
Enough with insults and assaults!
We’re off to dance the wedding waltz.
If you’re fainting from excitement,
Take a sniff of smelling salts.
Masha
If, mayhap, Your Majesty
Would court another girl, not me?
I’ll be busy waiting up here
For my darling absentee.
Czar
I don’t know just what you heard,
But to wait would be absurd.
He could be in Hong Kong frying
Steaks of secretarybird!
Have a think, my silly swan!
I am here and he is yon.
Our Fedot is history now.
He’s been here and now he’s gone!
Masha
You could cut me with a knife,
You could cause me so much strife
That I die – it would not help you.
I could never be your wife!
Czar
I’m angry to a bad degree!
You’d do better to agree,
For I had a guillotine
Delivered right from Gay Paree!
That one argument should serve!
Be the wife that I deserve.
For my nerves are not of steel,
And you for sure have hit a nerve! |
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