send our gold, plate and furs? It is I who will preside at the tribunal That means he's saved! That means he's lost! Philip is more useful to our cause as a martyr A corpse, a martyr a saint is more valuable to our struggle A dead man... A saint is invincible, even for the Tsar! His cowl is white, but his soul is black Why are you always trying to make a leader of me, mother? Why do you want to sacrifice me? A black beaver was bathing ln the river ln the frozen Moscow River He didn't wash himself cleaner He only got blacker Having taken his bath, the beaver Went off to the capital's High hill To dry himself, Shake himself and look around To see if anyone was coming to look for him The hunters whistle Searching out the black beaver The hunters follow the scent They will find the black beaver They want to catch and skin the beaver And with its fur then to adorn A kingly mantle ln order to array Tsar Vladimir! I'd suffer the pangs of your birth a hundred times over for you to ascend the throne To see you seated on the Tsar's throne! Take the crown Take the collar! I've always been frightened of blood! You won't have to shed it. That will be Pyotr's job! Yes... but after to be haunted by remorse for the rest of my life always seeing him wherever I go, enduring his silent reproaches Whatever else you need fear - it's not that When the throne is yours, you will punish the regicide and others, too A sovereign should not stray from the path of righteousness if he can help it but he must be prepared to tread the path of evil if necessary Our great sovereign offers you a cup of wine Moreover our great sovereign invites his cousin Vladimir Andreyevich to the royal table The hand of God! Our cause prospers! You will accompany Pyotr to the banquet And don't forget to wear your new kaftan I'll remind him! The hand of God! Our cause prospers! It's empty! Holla! Holla! Faster! Faster! Bravo! Bravo! Ah, Brother Vladimir, you don't love me You don't care that I am so alone, that I'm just a poor, abandoned orphan whom no one pities It's not right for the Tsar to fraternize with the landowners and above all not with the Staritskys! It is not for you, Alexei to teach the Tsar his business nor to raise your hand against the Tsar's relations But it was you who taught me to weed them out The Tsar's connections outshine all other connections As the celestial tamarind outshines homely oak Aren't we the new forest growing about you? I don't hack down oaks to make room for wretched aspens Don't touch the Tsar's relations! The ties of blood are sacred! Aren't we who are closest to you bound to you by other blood- blood which has been shed? You're no relation of mine You are my slaves I raised you from the dust to crush the boyar traitors I express my will through you Your function is to serve me, not to teach me how to behave Keep to your place, Basmanovs! You are beginning to catch the boyars' sickness You are beginning to get ideas about rank Would you like to put yourself beside the Tsar? I've sworn never to fraternise with the boyars nor with the landowners I am alone, a poor orphan No one loves or pities me! The guests have assembled ln the courtyards of the boyars ln the courtyards of the boyars The axes skim the necks of the boyars The axes, the axes Come along! Come along! What happens next? What happens next? Come on, tell us more Come on, tell us more Strike with the axes The gates have split down the middle Down the middle The golden goblets pass from hand to hand From hand to hand Come along. Come along ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Берлин на английском - текст Девушка и борода на английском - текст Кто подставил Кролика Роджера на английском - текст Тринадцатый апостол на английском - текст Схватка на английском |