Lyrics Владимир Скобцов - Зонги к мастеру и Маргарите. Понтий Пилат
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В белом плаще с кровавым подбоем
Понтий Пилат. Золотое копье.
Близится туча, пришедшая с моря,
И над Голгофой кружит воронье.
Вы, прокуратор, опутаны ложью,
Раб ваш доносчик, а друг - фарисей.
Вас тянет в Рим, но в Риме все то же,
Хоть, безусловно, мираж там милей.
Истина в том, что сейчас очень жарко,
И голова нестерпимо болит,
и утешение — ваша овчарка,
и наказанье пред вами стоит.
Вас раздражает философ упрямый.
Кентурион, объясните ему,
Что наша жизнь нынче кнут,завтра - пряник.
Пряники реже, увы, чаще кнут.
Что же он делает, этот несчастный...
Эй, за зубами язык придержи!
Инакомыслящий вора опасней
В мире, где правда опаснее лжи.
В общем, он прав, несомненно, но в общем.
В частном ошибся, чего там таить.
Нам сперва ближнего надо прикончить,
Чтобы, покаясь, затем возлюбить.
Первое сделано. Руки умыты.
Вот уже крестятся, локти грызут.
Боже, не верь! Лживы наши молитвы,
Не воскресай: тебя снова убьют.
In a white cloak with a bloody underlay
Pontius Pilate. Golden spear.
A cloud is coming from the sea
And the crows are circling over Calvary.
You, procurator, are enmeshed in lies,
Slave is your scammer, and your friend is a Pharisee.
You are drawn to Rome, but in Rome everything is the same
Though, of course, there is a mirage mile.
The truth is, it's very hot right now,
And the head is unbearably sore,
and consolation is your shepherd
and the punishment is before you.
You are annoyed by the philosopher stubborn.
Centurion, explain to him
What our life is now a whip, tomorrow - gingerbread.
Gingerbread less, alas, more often a whip.
What does he do, this unfortunate ...
Hey, hold your tongue!
Thief is more dangerous than a thief
In a world where truth is more dangerous than a lie.
In general, he is right, no doubt, but in general.
In private, wrong, what is there to conceal.
We first need to finish off the neighbor
To repent, then love.
The first is done. Hands washed.
Already baptized, elbows bite.
God, do not believe! Our prayers are false,
Do not rise: they will kill you again.
Pontius Pilate. Golden spear.
A cloud is coming from the sea
And the crows are circling over Calvary.
You, procurator, are enmeshed in lies,
Slave is your scammer, and your friend is a Pharisee.
You are drawn to Rome, but in Rome everything is the same
Though, of course, there is a mirage mile.
The truth is, it's very hot right now,
And the head is unbearably sore,
and consolation is your shepherd
and the punishment is before you.
You are annoyed by the philosopher stubborn.
Centurion, explain to him
What our life is now a whip, tomorrow - gingerbread.
Gingerbread less, alas, more often a whip.
What does he do, this unfortunate ...
Hey, hold your tongue!
Thief is more dangerous than a thief
In a world where truth is more dangerous than a lie.
In general, he is right, no doubt, but in general.
In private, wrong, what is there to conceal.
We first need to finish off the neighbor
To repent, then love.
The first is done. Hands washed.
Already baptized, elbows bite.
God, do not believe! Our prayers are false,
Do not rise: they will kill you again.