Все говорят, что правды нет в ногах, но правды нет и выше...
потрясающий перевод на инглиш "15 минут Снейпа":
Temple headaches,
Ink spots are flourishing on writing tables,
And in a pocket watch my curse remains,
Your class or break is in power.
Lesson mine -
It fits completely in this stretch of time,
And time as blood drips on a scribbled line,
Long as a quarter an hour.
The fifteen minutes of a reign - in triumph and in fear,
The fifteen minutes of a bane, and over them I had
Unchosen friends with arms that branded very dark and clear,
Unopted enemies with mark in front of their head.
An answer you should get,
The clock is ticking yet,
Someone another claims
His venom and his flames,
Rotating slowly hand,
Just fifteen minutes to stand...
Long enough for agony,
Not enough for penitence.
All these years -
The edge of 'yes' and 'no' to slide, and tears
Of rains are pouring, summer disappears,
And light is somber as ever.
Unforgiven,
Has no compassion and to ruthless driven,
What have you really done? What have you given?
Your soul is bound to sever.
The fifteen minutes of a reign - the fifteen drops to the blend,
The fifteen minutes of a bane, and all of this will stop,
Roll down a sleeve, draw up, remember roles and go pretend
And bless your nights - they haven't any dreams to flop.
No rescue, no regret
The clock is ticking yet,
And leaves are burning black
As well as promises,
Rotating slowly hand,
Just fifteen minutes to stand...
Not enough for treachery
Much too long for farewell.
So don't wait,
The fifteen arrows are within my plate.
To read your time - that is the way and fate
For any Briton to follow.
Not a hex:
A spy forever has to cover tracks,
And "love your subject" is non scripta lex
From yesterday to tomorrow.
The hands are still - I'm adding spirit on a needed scale,
The prosecution has no words - and wax is cooling down,
The knowledge serpent cannot bite its very own tail,
But it survives where any lion could forever drown.
Don't tell and don't forget,
The clock is ticking yet,
What's a decision worth
When dealing with abyss?
The fifteen judges in steel
Has any watch to conceal -
Early for the punishment,
Late for any clemency.
(перевел Константин Ветлугин)
Temple headaches,
Ink spots are flourishing on writing tables,
And in a pocket watch my curse remains,
Your class or break is in power.
Lesson mine -
It fits completely in this stretch of time,
And time as blood drips on a scribbled line,
Long as a quarter an hour.
The fifteen minutes of a reign - in triumph and in fear,
The fifteen minutes of a bane, and over them I had
Unchosen friends with arms that branded very dark and clear,
Unopted enemies with mark in front of their head.
An answer you should get,
The clock is ticking yet,
Someone another claims
His venom and his flames,
Rotating slowly hand,
Just fifteen minutes to stand...
Long enough for agony,
Not enough for penitence.
All these years -
The edge of 'yes' and 'no' to slide, and tears
Of rains are pouring, summer disappears,
And light is somber as ever.
Unforgiven,
Has no compassion and to ruthless driven,
What have you really done? What have you given?
Your soul is bound to sever.
The fifteen minutes of a reign - the fifteen drops to the blend,
The fifteen minutes of a bane, and all of this will stop,
Roll down a sleeve, draw up, remember roles and go pretend
And bless your nights - they haven't any dreams to flop.
No rescue, no regret
The clock is ticking yet,
And leaves are burning black
As well as promises,
Rotating slowly hand,
Just fifteen minutes to stand...
Not enough for treachery
Much too long for farewell.
So don't wait,
The fifteen arrows are within my plate.
To read your time - that is the way and fate
For any Briton to follow.
Not a hex:
A spy forever has to cover tracks,
And "love your subject" is non scripta lex
From yesterday to tomorrow.
The hands are still - I'm adding spirit on a needed scale,
The prosecution has no words - and wax is cooling down,
The knowledge serpent cannot bite its very own tail,
But it survives where any lion could forever drown.
Don't tell and don't forget,
The clock is ticking yet,
What's a decision worth
When dealing with abyss?
The fifteen judges in steel
Has any watch to conceal -
Early for the punishment,
Late for any clemency.
(перевел Константин Ветлугин)
