Lyrics Тампль - Рок мюзикл Жанна Д Арк 01. Франция
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Хор:
Сто лет побед не видела Франция
Сто лет страну лихорадит война.
Сто лет земля кровоточит под пальцами,
Сто лет Луара от гари черна.
Сто лет народ наш - и воин, и мученик,
Вторит рыданьям монахинь и дев.
Сто лет нас топчут английские лучники,
Лилию мнет геральдический лев.
Сто лет таверны полны иностранцами,
Сто лет на хлеб возрастает цена.
Сто лет побед не видела Франция,
Сто лет смеется над ней Сатана.
Трон опустел и держава раздроблена,
Кто нам теперь повелитель и сир?
Будет король нами править из Лондона,
Будет вином нам разбавленный сидр.
Двор Валуа - королька неприметного -
Только со скукой готов воевать.
Им англичане - родня многолетняя!
Сделали дело, а нам отвечать.
Жанна:
Вижу – наполнены реки отравою,
Вижу, престол ожидает венца.
Слышу, снега поднимаются травами,
Слышу призыв, но не слышу гонца.
Столетняя война:
Нынче в цене алебарды и панцири,
Эй, налетай - и прокатишься в ад!
Где тот герой, что спасет тебя, Франция?
Новый Давид или новый Роланд?
Хор:
Где тот герой, что спасет тебя, Франция?
Есть при дворе полководец прославленный,
Знатный сеньор Жиль-Арнаут де Рец.
Страшен в бою, будто вепрь затравленный,
Тяжек удар его, словно свинец!
Где тот герой, что спасет тебя, Франция?
Где тот герой, что спасет тебя, Франция?
Слышал я, он колдовством занимался,
Знался с нечистым и шел не туда.
Тот, кто сегодня спасти бы нас взялся -
Юный волчонок, герой Дюнуа!
Где тот герой, что спасет тебя, Франция?
Где тот герой, что спасет тебя, Франция?
Сплетни сильней колокольного звона,
Только глухому теперь хорошо!
Час не пробил - так вещает с амвона
Ихний епископ, святейший Кошон.
Где тот герой, что спасет тебя, Франция?
Где тот герой, что спасет тебя, Франция?
Карл Валуа:
Длится сто лет бесконечной обедни час...
Кто англичан сможет выдворить прочь?
Chorus:
France has not seen a hundred years of victories
For a hundred years the country has been feverish.
For a hundred years the earth is bleeding under your fingers
One hundred years of Loire from Gary black.
For a hundred years, our people are both a warrior and a martyr,
Repeats the sobs of nuns and virgins.
English archers have been trampling us for a hundred years,
Heraldic lion crumples a lily.
A hundred years old taverns full of foreigners
One hundred years on the price of bread increases.
France has not seen a hundred years of victories,
One hundred years Satan laughs at her.
The throne is empty and the power is fragmented
Who is our master and sire now?
The king will rule us from London,
It will be our diluted cider wine.
Courtyard of Valois - king of the inconspicuous -
Only with boredom is ready to fight.
They are British - long-term relatives!
They did the job, and we answer.
Jeanne:
I see - rivers are filled with poison,
I see the throne awaiting the crown.
I hear the snow rising grass
I hear a call, but I don’t hear a messenger.
Hundred Years War:
Today, the price of halberds and shells,
Hey, fly in and go to hell!
Where is the hero who will save you, France?
New David or new Roland?
Chorus:
Where is the hero who will save you, France?
There is a famous commander at the court,
Noble Senior Gilles Arnaut de Retz.
Frightened in battle, like a wild boar
Hard hit him like lead!
Where is the hero who will save you, France?
Where is the hero who will save you, France?
I heard he was engaged in witchcraft,
Knew with the unclean and went the wrong way.
The one who would save us today
Young wolf cub, hero of Dunois!
Where is the hero who will save you, France?
Where is the hero who will save you, France?
Gossip is stronger than bell ringing
Only the deaf is good now!
I didn’t strike an hour - it’s broadcasting from the pulpit
Their bishop, His Holiness Cauchon.
Where is the hero who will save you, France?
Where is the hero who will save you, France?
Karl Valois:
Lasts a hundred years of endless mass hour ...
Who can push the English away?
France has not seen a hundred years of victories
For a hundred years the country has been feverish.
For a hundred years the earth is bleeding under your fingers
One hundred years of Loire from Gary black.
For a hundred years, our people are both a warrior and a martyr,
Repeats the sobs of nuns and virgins.
English archers have been trampling us for a hundred years,
Heraldic lion crumples a lily.
A hundred years old taverns full of foreigners
One hundred years on the price of bread increases.
France has not seen a hundred years of victories,
One hundred years Satan laughs at her.
The throne is empty and the power is fragmented
Who is our master and sire now?
The king will rule us from London,
It will be our diluted cider wine.
Courtyard of Valois - king of the inconspicuous -
Only with boredom is ready to fight.
They are British - long-term relatives!
They did the job, and we answer.
Jeanne:
I see - rivers are filled with poison,
I see the throne awaiting the crown.
I hear the snow rising grass
I hear a call, but I don’t hear a messenger.
Hundred Years War:
Today, the price of halberds and shells,
Hey, fly in and go to hell!
Where is the hero who will save you, France?
New David or new Roland?
Chorus:
Where is the hero who will save you, France?
There is a famous commander at the court,
Noble Senior Gilles Arnaut de Retz.
Frightened in battle, like a wild boar
Hard hit him like lead!
Where is the hero who will save you, France?
Where is the hero who will save you, France?
I heard he was engaged in witchcraft,
Knew with the unclean and went the wrong way.
The one who would save us today
Young wolf cub, hero of Dunois!
Where is the hero who will save you, France?
Where is the hero who will save you, France?
Gossip is stronger than bell ringing
Only the deaf is good now!
I didn’t strike an hour - it’s broadcasting from the pulpit
Their bishop, His Holiness Cauchon.
Where is the hero who will save you, France?
Where is the hero who will save you, France?
Karl Valois:
Lasts a hundred years of endless mass hour ...
Who can push the English away?