Песня. Нравится, но перевести не смогла - оно слишком образное и я не знаю контекста.
Зато под настроение...
Правда, версии Джоан Баэз, в которой я впервые услышала эту песню, на ютубе нет
Но это тоже неплохо.
Песня Боба Дилана "по мотивам". Ее тоже много перепевали, но мне больше всего нравится этот вариант (правда, оригинала я не слышала - тоже найти не удалось, да и не искала особо).
ТекстыNottamun Town
In Nottamun Town, not a soul would look up
Not a soul would look up, not a soul would look down
Not a soul would look up, not a soul would look down
To show me the way to fair Nottamun Town.
I rode a big horse, that was called a gray mare,
Gray mane and gray tail, green stripes down his back;
Gray mane and gray tail, green stripes down his back;
There wa’nt a hair on him but what was coal black.
She stood so still, she threw me to the dirt
She tearéd my hide and she bruiséd my shirt
From saddle to stirrup I mounted again
And on my ten toes I rode over the plain.
And when I got there, not a soul did I see:
They all stood around a-looking at me.
I called for a quart to drive gladness away
And to stifle the dust, for it rained all the day.
Met the King and the Queen and a company more
Come a-walking behind and a-riding before,
Come a stark naked drummer a-beating the drum,
With his hands on his bosom a-marching along.
Sat down on a hard, hot cold frozen stone,
Ten thousand stood round me yet I was alone.
Took my hat in my hand for to keep my head warm.
Ten thousand got drownded that never was born.
In Fair Nottamun Town, not a soul would look up
Not a soul would look up, not a soul would look down
Not a soul would look up, not a soul would look down
To show me the way to fair Nottamun town.
Masters of War
Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks.
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly.
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain.
You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion'
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud.
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins.
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do.
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul.
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead.