LUCKY MAN
У него были лошади:
нет на свете белей.
Дев, незваных и прошенных -
батальон у дверей.
Кружевами и перьями
был расшит его "трон";
Только самые верные
стерегли его сон.
И всё выше и выше
его нимб восходил!
О, каким-же , каким-же
он счастливчиком был!
И пошёл он сражаться,
чтобы пасть не за зря
за царя и аббатство,
за "слона", и "ферзя".
И, победе навстречу
поскакал наш герой
и, пробитый картечью,
сгнил в могиле сырой.
И всё тише , и тише,
те кого он любил,
повторяли: "Каким-же
он счастливчиком был!.."
He had white horses
And ladies by the score
All dressed in satin
And waiting by the door
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
White lace and feathers
They made up his bed
A gold covered mattress
On which he was led
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
He went to fight wars
For his country and his king
Of his honor and his glory
The people would sing
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
A bullet had found him
His blood ran as he cried
No money could save him
So he laid down and he died
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was