55 лет назад руководство США приняло решение распылить над Вьетнамом химикат Агент «оранж». Он применялся в течение 9 лет. Его жертвами стали около 3 млн вьетнамцев.
Ну а мы можем послушать классический и тематический тевтонский трэш.
Перевод, который можно пропеть. Большинство ударений, рифм и количество слогов сохранены.
Flotsam And Jetsam - I Live You Die
Оригинал:
Your life passes you by, I live, you die. The arena is mine, I live, you die.
Entry of the gladiators, 264 B.C. The emperors and nobles have made a pawn of me. I battle slaves end free men and wild blood thirsty beasts. The red sand surrounds me, so they can't see them bleed.
Your life passes you by (I live you die). The Reaper is near. Again the arena is mine (I live you die). I live you die.
Sword drawn and battle ready, Trajan in command. Fight 'till death 100 days, corpses of 2000 men. The masses they decide the fate of a fallen men. Thumbs down in drunken haste, life's taker and giver I am.
Your life passes you by (I live you die). The Reaper is near. Again the arena is mine (I live you die). I live you die.
Innocent children dressed like the sacred lamb, Taken for Nero's-slaughter, as the people look away, To the pit dogs they are prey, the people look away... they look away...
I live, you die!
Persecuted Christians in the blood soaked ring. Many over many lose their lives, peace to their soul it brings. The thrills from the kills, those that I have slain, Keeping my heart pounding, I live another day.
Your live passes you by (I live you die). The Reaper is near. Again the arena is mine (I live you die). I live again. Your live passes you by (I live you die). The Reaper is near. Again the arena is mine (I live you die).
I live you die.
Перевод:
Тебя жизнь покидает, я жив… ты – нет!
Я ареной воспет, я жив… ты – нет!
Двести Шестьдесят Четвертый, не был Бог рождён.
Я на арене в пешку властью превращён.
Я бьюсь с рабом, и вольным, и с дикой тварью вновь.
Песок всюду красный, свою же не видят кровь.
Тебя жизнь покидает! (…жив, ты – нет!)
А жнец уже здесь.
Опять я ареной воспет (…жив, ты – нет!)
Я – жив, ты – нет!
Меч мой к битве готов, повелел Траян.
Битва насмерть сотню дней, тысячи две лежат там.
Толпа решает судьбы тех, кто не может встать сам.
Все пальцы рьяно вниз, беру и даю я жизнь вам.
Тебя жизнь покидает! (…жив, ты – нет!)
А жнец уже здесь.
Опять я ареной воспет (…жив, ты – нет!)
Я – жив, ты – нет!
Чей-то ребёнок в агнца был одет
Ради резни Нерона, отвернулся честный люд
Пёсьим ямам честь поют, но отвернулся честный люд… весь честный люд...
Я – жив, ты – нет!
Всех христиан согнали в круг, где кровь рекой.
Каждый смерти жизнь свою отдал, а она им – покой.
От чувств от убийств, что я совершил
Громко бьётся сердце, я новый день прожил.
Тебя жизнь покидает! (…жив, ты – нет!)
А жнец уже здесь.
Опять я ареной воспет (…жив, ты – нет!)
Я – жив опять!
Тебя жизнь покидает! (…жив, ты – нет!)
А жнец уже здесь. Опять я ареной воспет (…жив, ты – нет!) Я – жив, ты – нет!
We will fly with the storm And attack with the lightning To extinct the human race Before they extinct everything else
Sweeping across the countries Destroying all we see They don't deserve the gift of life Make room for the new race
After desolating the face of the earth We will layour eggs in the still warm ashes And the fuzzy baby penguins Will have human corpses for their first meal
According to the legends There is a creature Hiding in the northern woods His heart is cold as winter And his hair is made of leaves
Where his name is mentioned A cold wind bends the trees For he's the one that fills our souls with fear For he is Skogsmulle!
He lures children into the woods And makes them become his disciples There they are taught to live only on death cap And to throw stones On the people Walking in the forest
In the northern woods He is one with his surroundings Every tree his castle walls Every stone his throne
Where his name is mentioned A cold wind bends the trees For he's the one that fills our souls with fear
In a cold naked cell A lunatic stares at the empty walls With a blank expression on his face But with a smile on his rugged lips
His mind travels beyond this world To a place created by his funny brain There are trees in different values In all the colors of the rainbow
Just like a stoned junkies dream Where the grass is blue and the sky is green With yellow elephants flying in the sky Like when you smokepot and get really high So many colorshat you almost go blind All this created by a lunatics bizzare mind
Transformed to an image made of dreams The lunatic ruins naked through the wilderness With strange flowers springing in his footsteps Followed by an evil shade of pink Knowing not that it is his last day in life
Out of the ashes Of the destroying (smurf) village One survivor rose That day he swore not to rest Until Gargamel was dead
While walking through the woods A shadow emerged from behind the trees Together they returned to the ruins of the village
The village was desolated Smashed to pieces and burned down The limbs of the poor smurfs Scattered all over the ground But their flesh was still warm
Together they decided to perform The ancient smurf ritual of necromancy In order to invoke the fallen ones To create the army of undead smurfs
Under the sign of the blue mark They marched towards Gargamels castle The old sorcerer did not know What horrible evil would strike upon him
He was paralyzed by the horrifying sight When he saw the hideous army Bursting out from the midnight fog Crawling and trembling towards his home He tried to escape, but they ate his toes (took a bite of his ass, played golf with his balls) And feasted upon the rest of his dismembered body
When it was down, they marched on To spread terror all over the world The superior race of rotten flesh Blue and white with blood on their hats
Vi sålde våra hemman och gav oss sedan ut, som fågelen bortflyger, när sommaren tar slut. Han kommer en gång åter när våren skrider fram, men vi få aldrig skåda vårt kära fosterland.
Och när vi kommo till den liverpoolska hamn begynte ångerns tårar så stritt att bryta fram. Det blev en hjärtans sveda i bröstet på var och en. Man talar blott om Sverige och om sitt förra hem.
Vi packades tillsammans uti ett osunt kvav. Det var för oss att skåda liksom en öppen grav. Och födan som vi fraktat ifrån vår svenska jord den blev oss nu förbjuden att taga med ombord.
Och när vi hade seglat en vecka eller två, ett mörker däcket höljde och bredde sig därpå. Ej se varann vi kunde, knappt andas eller gå. Det var en gruvlig plåga för stora och för små.
Nu blir en ömklig hunger, med sorg och grät och gny. En jämmer som sig tränger till himlens höga sky. Och döden gruvligt härjar bland mänskorna ombord. Man ser de döda kastas i havets vilda flod.
Det är det som grämer mitt hjärta till min död. Att se de arma barnen här gråta efter bröd. Vi kunde ej dem hjälpa, ej lindra deras snöp. De måste nu få gråta och sedan därpå dö.
