Lyrics Тэм и Йовин - Белое солнце пустыни
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Белое солнце пустыни
Меж барханов бредут двое, рыцарь и оруженосец.
Рыцарь на ходу вслух сочиняет письмо даме сердца, взор его наполнен
любовью и нежностью.
Оруженосец мрачно внимает, то и дело поглядывая по сторонам.
Любезная Катрин!
Уже который день
Мой тяжкий путь лежит через пустыню.
Здесь солнце белое и желтые пески,
И я готов зачахнуть от тоски
Без Ваших глаз...
Душа пуста без Вас...
Мой конь давно издох от жажды и жары,
Оруженосец мыслит о побеге... зараза...
Оруженосец, тихо в сторону:
- Что за кретин! Тут разве есть куда бежать?
Попробуй сам - авось бы потерялся!
Рыцарь, грозно:
- Эй ты, бездельник! Снова замечтался?
А ну, вперед! Не вздумай лорду возражать!
Мечтательно:
Простите, вынужден прервать письмо.
На горизонте - чья-то ГОЛОВА!..
(Подходят поближе. Из песка действительно торчит голова).
Оруженосец, яростно:
- Какая сволочь закопала здесь ВОТ ЭТО?
И должен ли я это откопать?
Рыцарь:
- Не рассуждай, бездельник! На том свете
За добрые дела должны воздать.
Оруженосец, презрительно:
- Да это сарацин! Может, его убить?
Рыцарь, задумчиво:
- Можно и убить.
Оба разглядывают голову сарацина.
- Сарацин в пустыне знойной
Вогнан по уши в песок.
Эк скрутило бедолагу,
Хоть бы кто-нибудь помог!
Оруженосец:
- Господин, ведь мы не знаем,
Что за грех лежит на нем!
Рыцарь, небрежно махнув рукой:
- Для начала откопаем,
А потом, глядишь, убьем.
Эй, неверный, как тебя зовут?
Сарацин:
- Саид.
Рыцарь:
- Кто тебя закопал?
Сарацин, яростно, с жутким восточным акцентом:
- Христианская собака в белом плаще с крестом. Отца убил,
брата убил, последнего барана в свою веру обратил!
Встретишь его - не трогай, он мой!
Пустыня. Меж барханов опять бредут двое...
Рыцарь:
Любезная Катрин!
Уже который день мой тяжкий путь лежит через пустыню.
Здесь солнце белое и желтые пески...
Оруженосец, с надрывом:
- Мой лорд! Неверный спер последние портянки!
Рыцарь, злорадно хихикая и потирая руки:
- Надеюсь, он скончался в страшных муках!
(Мечтательно продолжает):
- Простите, леди, за вульгарный слог,
Но проза жизни снова грубо вторглась.
Оруженосец, вглядываясь вперед:
- Прошу простить, что прерываю этот бред,
Конца которому, боюсь, вовек не будет.
Там, впереди - девица на верблюде.
Держите крепче верности обет!
Рыцарь, свирепо:
- Ну ты, наглец! Закрой покрепче пасть,
А то зубов тебе недосчитаться!
Оруженосец, обиженно:
- Ну вот, опять - чуть что, так сразу драться,
А без меня давно бы мог пропасть.
Рыцарь, горделиво:
- Но не пропал. Поэтому - заткнись!!!
Тут появляется девица на верблюде. Рыцарь тихо обалдевает.
- Попридержите, леди, скакуна,
Ваш лик чудесен в ярком свете солнца!
Девица, жалобно:
- О, сударь, мой верблюд вот-вот загнется,
Среди пустыни, сударь, я одна!
Рыцарь, недоверчиво:
- Одна?
Девица, с нажимом и убедительно:
- Одна.
Рыцарь, гордо выпрямляясь:
- Позвольте вас сопроводить!
Вам путь, клянусь, покажется короче!
Девица, с робкой надеждой в голосе:
- Вы не спешите?
Рыцарь совсем гордо выпрямляется:
- Ради вас - не очень!
Девица, радостно:
- О, рыцарь - как мне вас вознаградить?
Рыцарь:
- Вознаградить? Я весь у ваших ног!
Такое дело тонкое - Восток!
Процессия разворачивается и медленно удаляется в
противоположную сторону. Рыцарь, мечтательно вслух:
Любезная Катрин!
Простите за задержку. Я весь горю от жажды встречи с вами..
Оруженосец (подсказывает):
- Душа моя давно уже сгорела... да, сгорела...
И сердце изнывает от ожогов... ох, изнывает!..
White sun of desert
Between the barkhans there are two men, a knight and a squire.
The knight on the move aloud composes a letter to the lady of the heart, his gaze is filled with
love and affection.
The squire grimly hears, now and then glancing around.
Gracious Catherine!
Already what day
My hard way lies through the desert.
Here the sun is white and yellow sands,
And I'm ready to wither from grief
Without your eyes ...
The soul is empty without you ...
My horse had long since died from thirst and heat,
The squire thinks of escaping ... infection ...
Squire, quietly sideways:
"What a cretin!" Is there any way to escape?
Try it yourself - maybe it would be lost!
Knight, menacingly:
"Hey you, you loafer!" Was he dreaming again?
Come on, go ahead! Do not try to object to the Lord!
Dreamily:
Excuse me, I have to interrupt the letter.
On the horizon - someone's HEAD! ..
(They come closer, the head really sticks out of the sand).
Squire, fiercely:
- What bastard buried here is this?
And should I dig it out?
Knight:
- Do not argue, slacker! In the next world
For good deeds should be rewarded.
Squire, contemptuous:
"Yes it is the Saracens!" Maybe kill him?
Knight, thoughtfully:
- You can kill.
Both examine the head of Saracens.
- The Saracens in the Sacred Desert
He was driven to the sand in his ears.
Eck wrung the poor fellow,
If only someone could help!
Squire:
"Sir, we do not know,
What a sin lies on it!
Knight, casually waved his hand:
"We'll dig for a start,
And then, look, we'll kill.
Hey, infidel, what's your name?
Saracen:
- Said.
Knight:
"Who buried you?"
Saracens, fiercely, with an eerie eastern accent:
- A Christian dog in a white cloak with a cross. I killed my father,
brother killed, the last ram in his faith drew!
You will meet him - do not touch him, he is mine!
Desert. Between the barkhans two again ...
Knight:
Gracious Catherine!
Already the day my hard journey lies through the desert.
Here the sun is white and yellow sands ...
Squire, with a tear:
- My Lord! Wrong spoiled the last footcloths!
Knight, giggling gleefully and rubbing his hands:
"I hope he died in terrible agony!"
(Dreamily continues):
"Forgive me, lady, for a vulgar syllable,
But the prose of life again rudely invaded.
The squire, peering ahead:
"I apologize for interrupting this nonsense,
The end of which, I'm afraid, will never be.
There, in front - a damsel on a camel.
Keep a stronger vow of loyalty!
Knight, fiercely:
"Well, you insolent fellow!" Shut tightly,
And then you do not have enough teeth!
Squire, offended:
- Well, again - just a little bit, just to fight right away,
And without me I could have been lost for a long time.
Knight, proudly:
"But he did not." Therefore - shut up !!!
Then a girl appears on a camel. The knight is silently dazed.
"Hold on, lady, steed,
Your face is wonderful in the bright sunshine!
The girl, plaintively:
"Oh, sir, my camel is about to bend,
In the desert, sir, I'm alone!
Knight, incredulous:
"One?"
The girl, with pressure and convincing:
- One.
Knight, proudly straightening:
- Let me escort you!
To you, I swear, it will seem shorter!
The girl, with timid hope in her voice:
"Are you in a hurry?"
The knight straightens himself very proudly:
"For you, not really!"
The girl, joyfully:
"Oh, knight, how shall I reward you?"
Knight:
- Reward? I'm at your feet!
Such a delicate matter - the East!
The procession unfolds and slowly disappears into
the opposite side. Knight, dreamy aloud:
Gracious Catherine!
I'm sorry for the delay. I'm burning with thirst for meeting you ..
Squire (prompts):
"My soul has been burnt for a long time ... yes, it's burnt ..."
And my heart aches from burns ... oh, it's exhausted! ..
Between the barkhans there are two men, a knight and a squire.
The knight on the move aloud composes a letter to the lady of the heart, his gaze is filled with
love and affection.
The squire grimly hears, now and then glancing around.
Gracious Catherine!
Already what day
My hard way lies through the desert.
Here the sun is white and yellow sands,
And I'm ready to wither from grief
Without your eyes ...
The soul is empty without you ...
My horse had long since died from thirst and heat,
The squire thinks of escaping ... infection ...
Squire, quietly sideways:
"What a cretin!" Is there any way to escape?
Try it yourself - maybe it would be lost!
Knight, menacingly:
"Hey you, you loafer!" Was he dreaming again?
Come on, go ahead! Do not try to object to the Lord!
Dreamily:
Excuse me, I have to interrupt the letter.
On the horizon - someone's HEAD! ..
(They come closer, the head really sticks out of the sand).
Squire, fiercely:
- What bastard buried here is this?
And should I dig it out?
Knight:
- Do not argue, slacker! In the next world
For good deeds should be rewarded.
Squire, contemptuous:
"Yes it is the Saracens!" Maybe kill him?
Knight, thoughtfully:
- You can kill.
Both examine the head of Saracens.
- The Saracens in the Sacred Desert
He was driven to the sand in his ears.
Eck wrung the poor fellow,
If only someone could help!
Squire:
"Sir, we do not know,
What a sin lies on it!
Knight, casually waved his hand:
"We'll dig for a start,
And then, look, we'll kill.
Hey, infidel, what's your name?
Saracen:
- Said.
Knight:
"Who buried you?"
Saracens, fiercely, with an eerie eastern accent:
- A Christian dog in a white cloak with a cross. I killed my father,
brother killed, the last ram in his faith drew!
You will meet him - do not touch him, he is mine!
Desert. Between the barkhans two again ...
Knight:
Gracious Catherine!
Already the day my hard journey lies through the desert.
Here the sun is white and yellow sands ...
Squire, with a tear:
- My Lord! Wrong spoiled the last footcloths!
Knight, giggling gleefully and rubbing his hands:
"I hope he died in terrible agony!"
(Dreamily continues):
"Forgive me, lady, for a vulgar syllable,
But the prose of life again rudely invaded.
The squire, peering ahead:
"I apologize for interrupting this nonsense,
The end of which, I'm afraid, will never be.
There, in front - a damsel on a camel.
Keep a stronger vow of loyalty!
Knight, fiercely:
"Well, you insolent fellow!" Shut tightly,
And then you do not have enough teeth!
Squire, offended:
- Well, again - just a little bit, just to fight right away,
And without me I could have been lost for a long time.
Knight, proudly:
"But he did not." Therefore - shut up !!!
Then a girl appears on a camel. The knight is silently dazed.
"Hold on, lady, steed,
Your face is wonderful in the bright sunshine!
The girl, plaintively:
"Oh, sir, my camel is about to bend,
In the desert, sir, I'm alone!
Knight, incredulous:
"One?"
The girl, with pressure and convincing:
- One.
Knight, proudly straightening:
- Let me escort you!
To you, I swear, it will seem shorter!
The girl, with timid hope in her voice:
"Are you in a hurry?"
The knight straightens himself very proudly:
"For you, not really!"
The girl, joyfully:
"Oh, knight, how shall I reward you?"
Knight:
- Reward? I'm at your feet!
Such a delicate matter - the East!
The procession unfolds and slowly disappears into
the opposite side. Knight, dreamy aloud:
Gracious Catherine!
I'm sorry for the delay. I'm burning with thirst for meeting you ..
Squire (prompts):
"My soul has been burnt for a long time ... yes, it's burnt ..."
And my heart aches from burns ... oh, it's exhausted! ..