Английский шансон... ))
Друг пожаловался: в каждой приличной песне на английском стал слышать шансон и тюрягу... воспитание, мол, недовольно... Специально проверил. увы... хорошая песня - действительно, немного "шансон". С надрывом, про трагедию, про напрасную надежду. Границы "шансона" так уходят далеко, что нет разницы между ним и "роком". Но не все так безнадежно...
Бывает отличный шансон - баллада// молитва
И встречается шансон про Свободу... Причем, конкретно про то, что "судили парня одного".... По теме, тексту - один-в-один.
не хочешь думать над тем, что изменил принципам - просто, не переводи...
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The wise man said just walk this way
To the dawn of the light
The wind will blow into your face
As the years pass you by
Hear this voice from deep inside
Its the call of your heart
Close your eyes and your will find
The passage out of the dark
Here I am
Will you send me an angel
Here I am
In the land of the morning star
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Мудрый человек посоветовал — идти за солнцем
Ветер будет дуть в лицо
И проходить сквозь тебя, как годы, незаметно
слушай голос глубоко внутри - голос сердца
Закрой глаза и найдешь
путь из мрака
Я тут
Ты пришлешь мне ангела?
Я здесь
На земле утренней звезды.
Мудрец сказал, искать себе место
Пусть в центре шторма
Ищи розы на пути
И избегай шипов
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The wise man said just find your place
In the eye of the storm
Seek the roses along the way
Just beware of the thorns
Here I am
Will you send me an angel
Here I am
In the land of the morning star
The wise man said just raise your hand
And reach out for the spell
Find the door to the promised land
Just believe in yourself
Hear this voice from deep inside
Its the call of your heart
Close your eyes and your will find
The way out of the dark
Here I am
Will you send me an angel
Here I am
In the land of the morning star
********************************
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, My God, they killed them all!
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
I didn't do it, he says, and he throws up his hands
I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin', he says, and he stops
One of us had better call up the cops.
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.
Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates.
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.
Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
Remember that murder that happened in a bar?
http://www.amalgama-lab.com/songs/b/bob_dylan/hurricane.html
Бывает отличный шансон - баллада// молитва
И встречается шансон про Свободу... Причем, конкретно про то, что "судили парня одного".... По теме, тексту - один-в-один.
не хочешь думать над тем, что изменил принципам - просто, не переводи...
*****************************
The wise man said just walk this way
To the dawn of the light
The wind will blow into your face
As the years pass you by
Hear this voice from deep inside
Its the call of your heart
Close your eyes and your will find
The passage out of the dark
Here I am
Will you send me an angel
Here I am
In the land of the morning star
************************
Мудрый человек посоветовал — идти за солнцем
Ветер будет дуть в лицо
И проходить сквозь тебя, как годы, незаметно
слушай голос глубоко внутри - голос сердца
Закрой глаза и найдешь
путь из мрака
Я тут
Ты пришлешь мне ангела?
Я здесь
На земле утренней звезды.
Мудрец сказал, искать себе место
Пусть в центре шторма
Ищи розы на пути
И избегай шипов
***************
The wise man said just find your place
In the eye of the storm
Seek the roses along the way
Just beware of the thorns
Here I am
Will you send me an angel
Here I am
In the land of the morning star
The wise man said just raise your hand
And reach out for the spell
Find the door to the promised land
Just believe in yourself
Hear this voice from deep inside
Its the call of your heart
Close your eyes and your will find
The way out of the dark
Here I am
Will you send me an angel
Here I am
In the land of the morning star
********************************
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, My God, they killed them all!
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
I didn't do it, he says, and he throws up his hands
I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin', he says, and he stops
One of us had better call up the cops.
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.
Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates.
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.
Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
Remember that murder that happened in a bar?
http://www.amalgama-lab.com/songs/b/bob_dylan/hurricane.html