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Дворовый задира
Jun. 14th, 2017 11:40 amЭтот лауреат нобелевки по литературе - весьма неудобный лауреат. Ему плевать на идейность и партийность.
Что думает - то и скажет.
Вот и эта песня (точнее стихи, исполненные под музыкальное сопровождение) кому-то явно придётся не ко двору.
Well, the neighborhood bully, he's just one man
His enemies say he's on their land
They got him outnumbered about a million to one
He got no place to escape to, no place to run
He's the neighborhood bully.
The neighborhood bully he just lives to survive
He's criticized and condemned for being alive
He's not supposed to fight back, he's supposed to have thick skin
He's supposed to lay down and die when his door is kicked in
He's the neighborhood bully.
The neighborhood bully been driven out of every land
He's wandered the earth an exiled man
Seen his family scattered, his people hounded and torn
He's always on trial for just being born
He's the neighborhood bully.
Well, he knocked out a lynch mob, he was criticized
Old women condemned him, said he should apologize
Then he destroyed a bomb factory, nobody was glad
The bombs were meant for him. He was supposed to feel bad
He's the neighborhood bully.
Well, the chances are against it, and the odds are slim
That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him
'Cause there's a noose at his neck and a gun at his back
And a license to kill him is given out to every maniac
He's the neighborhood bully.
Well, he got no allies to really speak of
What he gets he must pay for, he don't get it out of love
He buys obsolete weapons and he won't be denied
But no one sends flesh and blood to fight by his side
He's the neighborhood bully.
Well, he's surrounded by pacifists who all want peace
They pray for it nightly that the bloodshed must cease
Now, they wouldn't hurt a fly. To hurt one they would weep
They lay and they wait for this bully to fall asleep
He's the neighborhood bully.
Every empire that's enslaved him is gone
Egypt and Rome, even the great Babylon
He's made a garden of paradise in the desert sand
In bed with nobody, under no one's command
He's the neighborhood bully.
Now his holiest books have been trampled upon
No contract that he signed was worth that what it was written on
He took the crumbs of the world and he turned it into wealth
Took sickness and disease and he turned it into health
He's the neighborhood bully.
What's anybody indebted to him for?
Nothing, they say. He just likes to cause war
Pride and prejudice and superstition indeed
They wait for this bully like a dog waits for feed
He's the neighborhood bully.
What has he done to wear so many scars?
Does he change the course of rivers? Does he pollute the moon and stars?
Neighborhood bully, standing on the hill
Running out the clock, time standing still
Neighborhood bully.
(Боб Дилан)
https://open.spotify.com/track/5N1M5lueT7liCW7R4gaaMi?si=af423ab8f4d44bc6
Что думает - то и скажет.
Вот и эта песня (точнее стихи, исполненные под музыкальное сопровождение) кому-то явно придётся не ко двору.
Дворовый задира
Дворовый задира такой человек
Который всегда на чужой земле
Их в миллионы раз больше
Ему некогда спастись, некуда бежать.
Такой вот дворовый задира.
Дворовый задира просто пытается выжить
Его проклинают за то, что еще жив.
Ему нельзя защищаться, ему нужно быть толстокожим
Когда его дверь взламывают, он должен лечь и умереть
Такой вот дворовый задира.
Дворового задиру выпихивают из любой страны,
Бродит по миру изгнанником
Видит свою семью рассеянной, свой народ затравленным и разорванным
он вечно судим просто за то, что родился
Такой вот дворовый задира.
Прогнав толпу линчевателей, он был заклеймен
И старая женщина требовала извинений за то
Никто не был счастлив, когда он разрушил бомбовую фабрику
Ведь эти бомбы предназначались ему. Так и должно быть, чтобы ему было плохо.
Такой вот дворовый задира.
Все против него, и шансов немного,
Что он будет жить по правилам, установленным для него.
Потому что у него петля на шее, и в спину уперт пистолет.
И каждому маньяку выдана лицензия на его убийство.
Такой вот дворовый задира.
У него нет настоящих союзников
За все, что есть у него, он должен платить, ничего ему не дадут по любви.
Он покупает устаревшее оружие, от которого не может отказаться
И никто не прольет свою кровь за него.
Такой вот дворовый задира.
Вокруг пацифисты, они все хотят мира
Молятся еженощно чтобы кровопролитие прекратилось.
Они не обидят и мухи, ее они будут оплакивать
Ждут не дождутся, пока задира свалится замертво.
Такой вот дворовый задира.
Все империи, когда-то поработившие его, исчезли
Египет, Рим и даже великий Вавилон.
Он создал райские сады на песках пустыни
Без чьей-либо помощи, без чьей-то команды
Такой вот дворовый задира.
Святейшие книги его были растоптаны
Все договоры, подписанные с ним, не стоили ничего
Он подбирает крошки со всего мира и превращает их в богатство
Собирает болезни и превращает их в здоровье.
Такой вот дворовый задира.
Кто-то ему благодарен за это?
Не за что, отвечают. Он просто любитель войны
И конечно, гордыни, суеверий и предубеждений.
Пусть этот хулиган просит кости как уличный пес.
Такой вот дворовый задира.
Что он совершил чтобы носить все эти увечья?
Он изменил течение рек? Отравил Луну и звезды?
Дворовый задира на позорном столбе,
Время бежит, а ничего не изменяется
Такой вот дворовый задира.
Well, the neighborhood bully, he's just one man
His enemies say he's on their land
They got him outnumbered about a million to one
He got no place to escape to, no place to run
He's the neighborhood bully.
The neighborhood bully he just lives to survive
He's criticized and condemned for being alive
He's not supposed to fight back, he's supposed to have thick skin
He's supposed to lay down and die when his door is kicked in
He's the neighborhood bully.
The neighborhood bully been driven out of every land
He's wandered the earth an exiled man
Seen his family scattered, his people hounded and torn
He's always on trial for just being born
He's the neighborhood bully.
Well, he knocked out a lynch mob, he was criticized
Old women condemned him, said he should apologize
Then he destroyed a bomb factory, nobody was glad
The bombs were meant for him. He was supposed to feel bad
He's the neighborhood bully.
Well, the chances are against it, and the odds are slim
That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him
'Cause there's a noose at his neck and a gun at his back
And a license to kill him is given out to every maniac
He's the neighborhood bully.
Well, he got no allies to really speak of
What he gets he must pay for, he don't get it out of love
He buys obsolete weapons and he won't be denied
But no one sends flesh and blood to fight by his side
He's the neighborhood bully.
Well, he's surrounded by pacifists who all want peace
They pray for it nightly that the bloodshed must cease
Now, they wouldn't hurt a fly. To hurt one they would weep
They lay and they wait for this bully to fall asleep
He's the neighborhood bully.
Every empire that's enslaved him is gone
Egypt and Rome, even the great Babylon
He's made a garden of paradise in the desert sand
In bed with nobody, under no one's command
He's the neighborhood bully.
Now his holiest books have been trampled upon
No contract that he signed was worth that what it was written on
He took the crumbs of the world and he turned it into wealth
Took sickness and disease and he turned it into health
He's the neighborhood bully.
What's anybody indebted to him for?
Nothing, they say. He just likes to cause war
Pride and prejudice and superstition indeed
They wait for this bully like a dog waits for feed
He's the neighborhood bully.
What has he done to wear so many scars?
Does he change the course of rivers? Does he pollute the moon and stars?
Neighborhood bully, standing on the hill
Running out the clock, time standing still
Neighborhood bully.
(Боб Дилан)
https://open.spotify.com/track/5N1M5lueT7liCW7R4gaaMi?si=af423ab8f4d44bc6
