Машинный перевод прекрасен ж-))
song-pad.ru/?mode=song&id=1184089Перевод песни
хелависа - сэр джон бэксворд
Наслаждайтесь!сэр джон бэксворд
Хелависа - Sir John Бэксворд
Am G
Sir John Бэксворд collected in the campaign
FG Am
A thousand Welsh shooters.
G
Sir John Бэксворд was thick, like a cat,
FG Am
And his horse was without shoes.
CG
Sir John Бэксворд drank Scotch ale
Dm Am
And in the evening very tired.
CG Dm Am
He fell under the fir-tree, as if to bed,
FCG
And there before the Passover slept!
CG Dm Am
So pour me, pour me another one,
FCG
In the morning I'm always sick...
King Edward fourteen days
Waiting for Бэксворда squad.
Ten thousand copies and so much g horses
Do not drink, do not eat and not sleep.
King Edward the eighth messenger
Hangs on a limb,
And Бэксворда no, and the sight of a dead man
Catching up with the army of longing!
Айлэ, айлэ, and the sight of a dead man
Catching up with the army of longing!
So pour me, pour me another one,
In the morning I'm always sick!..
King Edward has signed the verdict
Sweat brushed away from the face.
"Sir John Бэксворд is a traitor and a thief,
And scaffold awaits blackguard!"
Sir John in Wales asleep on the grass,
And the helmet at his shoulder.
And do not know that in his head
Cries of an executioner's axe!
Айлэ, айлэ, in his head
Oh, crying of an executioner's axe!
So pour me, pour me another one,
In the morning I'm always sick!..
The Lord Chancellor Cromwell with the army in a hurry
To the ravine, where sleeping Бэксворд.
The Royal decree to the bridle bag
Each of the horses Mord.
The army is the end of the year,
In London troops there.
And the French fleet crossed the English channel
And took blooming Kent!
Айлэ, айлэ, swam across La Manche
And took blooming Kent!
So pour me, pour me another one,
In the morning I'm always sick!..
Sir John in Wales asleep in shackles,
Shoulder leaning on a fir-tree.
And the army is in the Welsh marches, meadows
And drinking бэксвордовский El.
The Lord Chancellor of Cromwell in London in a hurry
With a bag of the pommel of the saddle.
And a round object, what's in the bag sewn up, -
Head Бэксворда, ha-ha!
Айлэ, айлэ, what's in the bag sewn up, -
Head Бэксворда, ha-ha!
So pour me, pour me another one,
In the morning I'm always sick!..
King Edward in Paris brought,
In the iron collar dressed.
And all because in his army
John Бэксворда no.
And all because I forgot the king
Sayings of the ancient words:
For, while drinking the English people -
England will be alive!
And while drinking the French people -
France will be alive!
And as long as drinking Irish people -
Ireland will be alive!
And as long as drinking Japanese people -
Japan will be alive!
But as long as Russian people-drink
The planet is alive!
So pour me, pour me another one,
In the morning I'm always sick!
And still, still, still the one,
I am I ever sick.
Am
And eternally drunk!