на эшафот потом идёт,
а он в историю войдёт,
и новую себе найдёт.
В нарядной жестянке из-под печенья
Анна Болейн* хранит сомненья,
Мечты, надежды и план побега,
Видимо, прямо в объятья к Богу
Оставив записку родным и близким,
Спешит в темноту по улицам скользким,
И распахнув воротник пальто
Хватает ртом воздух: здесь что-то не то.
Мы просим прощения, мы не согласны -
Избранник подлец. Но всё напрасно:
Мы топим Вашу вину в вине,
Со всякой другой наравне.
Народы несут свои наряды,
И это, конечно, парад уродов.
Они маршируют под барабаны
Не замечая идущей Анны.
-И кто Ваш избранник,
Опять изменник? Короны, чести и нашей веры?
(и Арагонской Екатерины)
-Я вам об этом скажу потом,
(когда преисподняя покроется льдом)
Блуждая во тьме, кружась, волнуясь
Она ищет сердце, перемещаясь
По улицам. Вот подняла, скривилась:
И это как будто остановилось!..
но Анне об этом мы не расскажем)
Мы просим прощения, Ваше Величество,
Но Ваши приказы в их диком количестве
Мы выполнить просто не можем физически,
Мы всех Ваших жён казнили практически.
Народы несут свои наряды,
И это, конечно, парад уродов.
Они маршируют под барабаны
Не замечая печальной Анны.
оригинал здесь:
Anne Boleyn she kept a tin
Which all her hopes and dreams were in
She plans to run away
With him forever
Leaves a note and starts to choke
And feel the lump that's in her throat
It's raining and she leaves her coat in silence
We're sorry but we disagree
The boy is vermin can't you see
We'll drown his sins in misery
Rip him out of history
People marching to the drums
Everybody's having fun to the sound of love
Ugly is the world we're on
If I'm right then prove me wrong
I'm stunned to find a place to belong
Who is your lover
I couldn't tell
When hell freezes over
That's when I'll tell
Who is your lover
I couldn't tell
When will this stop
Racing, pacing in the dark
She's searching for a lonely heart
She finds him but his heart has stopped
She breaks down
Sorry but your majesty
Refusing orders from the queen
Results in a monstrosity
Remembers a voice and hears him sing
People marching to the drums
Everybody's having fun to the sound of love
Ugly is the world we're on
If I'm right then prove me wrong
I'm stunned to find a place to belong
Who is your lover
I couldn't tell
When hell freezes over
That's when I'll tell
Who is your lover
I couldn't tell
When will this stop
People marching to the drums
Everybody's having fun to the sound of love
And ugly is the world we're on
If I'm right then prove me wrong
I'm stunned to find a place to belong
Who is your lover
I couldn't tell
When hell freezes over
That's when I'll tell
Who is your lover
I couldn't tell
When hell freezes over
That's when I'll tell
Who is your lover
I couldn't tell
When hell freezes over
That's when I'll tell
Who is your lover
I couldn't tell
When hell freezes over
That's when I'll tell
People marching to the drums
[Who is your lover, I couldn't tell. When hell freezes over, that's when I'll tell]
People marching to the drums
[Who is your lover, I couldn't tell. When hell freezes over, that's when I'll tell]
People marching to the drums
[Who is your lover, I couldn't tell. When hell freezes over, that's when I'll tell]
People marching to the drums
[Who is your lover, I couldn't tell, tell, tell]
When will this stop
* Анна Болейн - вторая жена Генриха Восьмого (была обезглавлена в Тауэре, когда тот полюбил Джейн Сеймур)
