My grave is empty, How about your bed
Nov. 18th, 2022 11:36 amНеожиданно.
Только размером мне кажется тут немного подкачало. Не лучше ли будет While my grave is empty, How about your bed?
Товарищ на целый сет переводов настругал, получилось душевно.
https://youtu.be/mp3qWPHdZ8w?t=131
Ну и прекрасный Ваня Жук добавляет цыганщины.
Аааа, бумажный зольдат совсем прекрасен!
For you, this little paper guy
was never to be trusted,
I think you know the reason why:
he was easily combusted
You’ll never find a soldier boy
handsomer or bolder,
but to you he was a toy,
a little paper soldier
He wanted to paint the planet red,
he held it on his shoulder,
but he was hanging by a thread,
he was a paper soldier
He’d gladly go through fire and smoke
to die for you twice over
alas, to you he was a joke,
this little paper soldier
For you, this little paper guy
was never to be trusted,
I think you know the reason why:
he was easily combusted
But damn it, he did not desire
a life of joy and whimsy
he thristed but for Fire!,
but forgot he was so flimsy
And right into the fire he went,
exploding into vapor,
for not a penny, not a cent,
this soldier made of paper
Только размером мне кажется тут немного подкачало. Не лучше ли будет While my grave is empty, How about your bed?
Товарищ на целый сет переводов настругал, получилось душевно.
https://youtu.be/mp3qWPHdZ8w?t=131
Ну и прекрасный Ваня Жук добавляет цыганщины.
Аааа, бумажный зольдат совсем прекрасен!
For you, this little paper guy
was never to be trusted,
I think you know the reason why:
he was easily combusted
You’ll never find a soldier boy
handsomer or bolder,
but to you he was a toy,
a little paper soldier
He wanted to paint the planet red,
he held it on his shoulder,
but he was hanging by a thread,
he was a paper soldier
He’d gladly go through fire and smoke
to die for you twice over
alas, to you he was a joke,
this little paper soldier
For you, this little paper guy
was never to be trusted,
I think you know the reason why:
he was easily combusted
But damn it, he did not desire
a life of joy and whimsy
he thristed but for Fire!,
but forgot he was so flimsy
And right into the fire he went,
exploding into vapor,
for not a penny, not a cent,
this soldier made of paper