Волохонский, Волков, Фёдоров - Джойс - Part 3 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

And around the meadow the stanza went in a circle, and here it is, the collection of lines that Khvosti composed. As they say. Boyle and Kahilly, Skerrett and Pritchard, versified and unrhymed, we from the lodge bring you this residential pillar. Here is the sequence of lines. Some call him Vitya, others call him Mitya, others call him Linya and Finya, and still others call him Lag Bag Dan Lop, Lex, Lax, Gan or Gin. Some people call him Arthur, some swoon over Bartholomew, and also Kol, Nol, Sol, Vil, Gel and Wilhelm, but I parry him like Perss-O'Reilly, otherwise he will have no name at all. Together. Arra, leave it for the Tail, for the tail cane, leave it for the Tail, for he is the one who creates the stanza, the bustard, the trukh, the queen of all stanzas. Do we have any? (Some ha) Do you have any news? (Some oh) Are you lucky? (Like others) Are they lucky? (None) It rushes, it smokes! Clip, bug! (All kla) Kra, krash (Klikkaklakkaklakaklopatsklachabattakreppikrot- tigraddaghsemmikhsammihnyuithappluddiappladdipkonpkot!).

Boldly. Music.

"The Ballad of Perse OeReilly"

Have you heard of the round fat one? --

He shook cleaner than his tail

In eggnog knocking down his tenant

At the base of the Glass Wall,

(Chorus) At the foot of the wall,

At the end of spring.

He was once the first of the main

Now spit among his herbal swill

Let them send him for justice

To prison on Veselaya Gora!

(Chorus) To prison on the mountain,

Where he would die.

He was the stepfather of everything that would fool us:

Quiet transport with condoms for the gray scum,

For the unhealthy kumiss, and seven Fridays - all down,

Free love, reform of the spirit,

(Chorus) Reform of the spirit

In the form of a psyche.

Why didn't he have to and didn't work out?

I swear, my dear milkman,

You are like a wild buffalo from Cassidy:

All the butter is in your horns.

(Chorus) Ointment on his horns,

Smear him on his horns!

(Repeat):

Hurray for you, Tails, Tails with a cane,

change your shirt

Drive the stanza into dust!

Mutter: Whose potato is it!

We plucked sorrel, brush, wood chips, pike twittering and puppy happiness

Everything from the supplier of the snotty part

"Useh Provedu Nakhodu" they called him in our unit

When the Chimpanzee sat down at the checkout for the first time

(Chorus) Like in first grade

Down, along Torgovaya Strasse.

He was fine in a luxurious hotel

But we'll quickly sort out all his presents

Soon Sheriff Clancy will move a long institution

With a court seal on the doors under lock and key.

(Chorus) Where the door is under lock and key,

There the thief is familiar to us.

Evil luck washed up on our island

A war sloop of a deadly Viking

Cursed be the day when the Eblen reach

Saw his black-brown boat

(Chorus) A black-brown boat,

That sailed into the crack.

Where from? -- roared Berikul. -- Cookingaepens, -- howled to him:

-- Donne-moi skampita, vik an vipinefampini

I am Fingal Mac Oscar Onesin Barjars Boniface

Tokes min gammelhol norvegikers moniker

I float gammelhol like a Norwegian mude

(Chorus) Camel mude

On still water.

Raise higher, Tails, devil!

Shake the line high, stanza to dust!

It was when they watered the gardens with fresh water

or he spied

In the monkey section, in the menagerie

(from "Daily Week")

But the dashing Earwig-Irviker actually

Forced the girl -- oh-oh!

(Chorus) Give her her virginity-oh!

Who took it-oh?

Shame on the hay-haired philosopher

To lead himself along it in such a way

So gloriously he crowns the list

Of our antediluvian zoo,

(Chorus) Messrs. Bra'ni and Koo.

Noah's smokehouse is eternally noo.

He shook at the monument to Vellintonus

Our fidgety hippopopotomunus

There some faggot got stuck in the back door of the bus

We should shoot him: bang!

(Chorus) Give him six years, oh!

A hole in his pants.

We certainly feel sorry for his poor innocent children

Just look at his lawful spouse

As soon as the fry grabs the Earwig straight,

So all the greenery