sources of our waterways and rivers Volga, Dvina, Volkhov are ours but the ports at their mouths are under foreign control Our ancestral lands have been torn from us That is why, this coronation day we are going to set about retaking occupied Russian territory Two Romes have fallen. Moscow is the third There will be no fourth for I am absolute master of this third Rome, the Muscovite State The Pope won't sanction it! The Emperor won't tolerate it! Europe will not recognize it! If he is powerful, everyone will bow down to him He must not be allowed to become powerful! The marriage is fixed for St. Simon's Day We'll arrange a fine wedding for this dictator Why such privileges for Ivan? Why is Prince Kurbsky his vassal? Is not the Kurbsky's nobility equal to that of Ivan the Muscovite? Why is Ivan of Moscow master of Russia? and not Prince Andrei Kurbsky of Yaroslav? The oak trees, the oaks! On their boughs, the turtle doves sit nestling there! Lullay, lullay, lullay Kiss each other! Kiss! Why are the bells of Moscow ringing so loudly? The citizens have gone wild with joy! Lullay, lullay, lullay they are cooing to each other Kiss each other! Kiss each other! Kiss each other! Kiss! Kiss! Lullay, lullay, lullay Kiss each other! Why are my best friends so sad today? Tsar, the people have a saying that marriage is the end of friendship And what does Fyodor Kolychev say? Tsar, you break with tradition I foresee trouble I don't dare go against my Tsar but I can't follow in his footsteps Let me take holy orders You prefer the heavenly to the earthly king? Very well, I shall not stand between you and Him Go, and pray for us sinners I only ask one thing of you: do not abandon us if misfortune strikes lf I need you, answer my call! The people are rising They are shouting against the Glinskys and the Zakharins burning and pillaging and marching on the palace demanding to see the Tsar! Heigh! To the Tsar! Moscow is in flames! Let the people enter The Tsar! The Tsar is bewitched! by the Tsarina's family The Glinskys, the Zakharins have bewitched him! bewitched him! Justice against the Tsarina's family! Justice against the Glinskys and Zakharins! They tear the hearts from the breasts of the people! They sprinkle our houses with human blood! The blood bursts into flame and burns the houses The houses burn! Moscow is horribly bewitched! The bells are crashing down from the steeples! Witchcraft, you say? Bells falling without reason? A head which believes in witchcraft is itself like a bell empty! And can a head fall off... all by itself? In order to fall, it has to be cut It is just the same with bells Those who, without the Tsar's orders cut the ropes which support the bells, will have their own heads cut off - this time on the Tsar's orders The Tsar is pretty sharp There's no pulling the wool over his eyes We shall cut off heads ruthlessly to weed out the treason of the boyars to the very roots A Tsar can only rule if he holds the reins A State without reins is as uncontrollable as a horse without a bridle But he who ranges himself at the side of the Tsar will be rewarded... he will rejoice in the Tsar's bounty and the admiration of our soldiers Do not dare, Prince, even to dream I am dedicated to a high cause A loyal slave of the Tsar of Moscow Our lands are vast and rich... but disorder is everywhere But we ourselves will set our house in order without appealing to outside help We ourselves! Ourselves! We will crush treachery! We will crush it! And we will help the workers, the shopkeepers, the craftsmen! We will help them! Three Tartar envoys from Kazan insist on seeing the Tsar From Kazan? Tell them to come in at once Kazan break off her friendship with Moscow Kazan terminate her alliance We declare war on Moscow Kazan... great Moscow... small Moscow hasn't a chance Our great ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Стюарт Литтл на английском - текст Лисы на английском - текст Каратель на английском - текст Альтовая соната. Дмитрий Шостакович на английском - текст Приключения Эвоков на английском |