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вторник, 4 августа 2009 г.
Кто знает английский? Песни по Хонорверсу Бешеный Коллекционер 19:02:51
Нашла на днях песни двух леди, которые на том континенте занимают экологическую нишу Канцлера Ги и поющих ролевиков.
Поют на шабашах фантастов и ролевиков.
У этих великолепных людей нашлось выше крыши песен по Вавилону5 и другим НФ сериалам, но главное - песни по Хонорверсу Дэвида Вебера.
скачать посушать не вышло - а диск покупать влом. зато тексты выложены - качай-нехочу!!!

Делюсь радостью. Без превода, ибо языка не зню на столько, что и говорить стыдно.

Fair Was The Blossom
Fair was the blossom, and faithful and true
But fairer the tree from which it grew
For Manticore's flower our grief is displayed
For Honor has fallen to Haven's red blade.
For Manticore's navy and Grayson's she flew;
Fearless her ship and devoted her crew.
Through terrible odds her commitment was keen
To keep to her word and to honor her Queen.
I will remember till memory dies
Grayson's deep anger ablaze in her eyes
As she challenged Burdette in the whole council's sight
"Send for your sword and may God aid the right."
I'm drawn to a standard I cannot attain
My beacon a Lady, a Knight without stain,
You cannot in honor, deny me this grace
The chance to avenge what I cannot replace.
I mourn for her loss but I know very well
The tree is no less for the flower that fell.
Someday I hope they'll remember of me,
Fair was the blossom, but fairer the tree.

Это по Чести Королевы и Флагману в Изгнании. Если я поняла правильно - песня про Хонор Харрингтон и все что с нй было на Грэйсоне.

Riding A Tiger

The People's Republic of Haven, is it all that you hoped to attain?
The glories that shone in your daydreams, are they dimmed by the blood of the slain?
While yesterday's shining successes get harder and harder to top.
Rob, you are riding a tiger. How are you going to stop?
The Proles only follow a leader who will keep them well feted and fed,
With trial and war for your circus, you'd better not run out of bread!
The curs that have fawned at your fingers will tear out your throat if you drop.
Rob, you are riding a tiger. How are you going to stop?
The fields you have sown with betrayal, and watered with innocent's tears
That falsehood has fenced and defended, by the ruin of lives and careers
Are choked with the fruits of your labors. How will you harvest your crop?
Rob, you are riding a tiger. How are you going to stop?
For the sake of our dying Republic, and an end to an honorless war,
For the sake of my childhood friend Robbin, though I fear he will greet me no more,
In the chill of the guillotine's shadow, as the heavy blade's drawn to the top,
I say "Rob, you are riding a tiger. How are you going to stop?"

Эта "песенка" посвящается Роберту Стентону Пьеру, диктатору и революционеру в предверии его свержения.

No Quarter
Grayson's lost its champion; to God she has returned,
To stand before the Tester, in the state her rank has earned.
Our Lady needs an honor guard, an escort, and a crew,
And if you're the best available, I guess you'll have to do.
No Quarter, NO QUARTER! You damn well earned your fate.
Give Harrington our compliments; we're sorry you are late.
Ancient legends say the rank a fallen warrior held
Depended on an Honor Guard of foes that one had felled.
And so in tardy tribute to the one we couldn't save,
We'll lay your fiery deaths like crimson flowers on her grave.
We know what Honor's ending was, by all the tapes we viewed.
And now we reach the battle; we are in no gentle mood.
Hear that thunder rolling till it seems to split the sky?
That's every ship in Grayson's Navy taking up the cry--
The Steadholder's recruiting, so pray don't surrender, sir.
Dame Harrington surrendered--once--­and look what that got her!
We owe a debt of honor we have finally come to pay
And as we look you in the eye, we find one thing to say--
Put your arms in order, shine your boots and get them laced
You just might make the muster, but you don't have time to waste,
For if you pass inspection and she deems you fit to serve,
You might yet meet an honor that you bastards don't deserve.

Песня офицеров космофлота Грэйсона... мне особенно конец понравлся=)

Жаль литературно перевести не могу

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