Текст песни Мюзикл Мелькор - Гортхаур и воины
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ГОРТХАУЭР И ВОИНЫ ВОИНЫ (поют): Гудит набат, Хрипит труба, Зовет на пир, кровавый пир боя! ГОРТХАУЭР (поет): Огонь и месть – Вот все, что есть, И на загривке дыбом встала шерсть! Гудит набат, Хрипит труба, Надменные убийцы, плывите! Увидим, чей клинок острей, И правда чья окажется правей! ВОИНЫ (поют): Славься, Гортхауэр! В бой нас веди, вожак, Мы за тобою – хоть до Валинора! Эльф – так сиди в раю! А землишку свою Мы никому не отдадим без спора! ГОРТХАУЭР (поет): Как на прогулку вы шли убивать, Над беззащитными лёгок успех. Но научились и мы воевать, С ходу таранить алмазный доспех! ВОИНЫ (поют): Славься, Гортхауэр! В бой нас веди, вожак, Мы за тобою хоть до Валинора! Эльф – так сиди в раю! А землишку свою Мы никому не отдадим без спора! ГОРТХАУЭР (поет): Ах, где тот мальчик, что любил и пел, Где дом родной, где дорогие руки? Все выжжено, остались боль и муки, Прости, учитель, мальчик повзрослел! Мой вызов к небу полетел! ГОРТХАУЭР И ВОИНЫ (поют): Гудит набат, Хрипит труба, Зовет на пир, кровавый пир боя! Увидим, чей клинок острей, И правда чья окажется правей! Gorthaur and the Warriors Warriors (sing): The war bell tolls, The trumpet calls. It calls for feast, the bloody feast of battle! Gorthaur (sings): Revenge and fire - The sole desire: We bare our teeth - be ready for the pyre! The war bell tolls, The trumpet howls: Come on, sail on, you arrogant killers! We’ll see who’s made The sharpest blade - We’ll see whose truth will finally win the day! Warriors (sing): Hail now Gorthaur! Lead us now forth to war, Even so far as to the Blessed Land! Elves - run to paradise! Our swords as one will rise - This land is ours, and here we'll take our stand! Gorthaur (sings): Marching for battle, arising in might, You fought the defenseless and ruthlessly killed. Now to resist you we've learned how to fight, Fiercely breaking the diamond-laid shields! Warriors (sing): Hail now Gorthaur! Lead us now forth to war, Even so far as to the Blessed Land! Elves - run to paradise! Our swords as one will rise - This land is ours, and here we'll take our stand! Gorthaur (sings): Oh, where’s that loving boy I was before? Oh, where's my home - and where's the one who taught me? The pain is burning, an unending torture. Forgive me, Teacher, I’m a boy no more! My cry to heavens - it’s a cry of war! Gorthaur and Warriors (sing): The war bell tolls, The trumpet calls It calls for feast, the bloody feast of battle! We’ll see who’s made The sharpest blade - We’ll see whose truth will finally win the day! |
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GORTHAUER AND WORLDS
Warriors (sing):
Whiten of natabat
Lamb trumpet
Calls on a feast
Bloody fear of battle!
GORTHAUER (sings):
Fire and revenge -
That's all that is,
And on the uplift, the wool stood up!
Whiten of natabat
Lamb trumpet
Invalid killers, swim!
See whose blade is sharp
And the truth of whose will be the right!
Warriors (sing):
PLEASE, GORTHAUER!
In the battle of us, leading us, leader,
We are behind you - at least before Valinora!
Elf - So sit in paradise!
And slices of mine
We will not give anyone without a dispute!
GORTHAUER (sings):
How for a walk you went to kill
Over defenseless lung success.
But learned and we fight
With the move to brag a diamond armor!
Warriors (sing):
PLEASE, GORTHAUER!
In the battle of us, leading us, leader,
We are for you at least before Valinor!
Elf - So sit in paradise!
And slices of mine
We will not give anyone without a dispute!
GORTHAUER (sings):
Oh, where the boy that loved and sang,
Where is the home of the native, where are the expensive hands?
Everything is scorn, pain and flour remained,
Sorry, teacher, boy matured!
My challenge to the sky flew!
Gorthawer and warriors (sing):
Whiten of natabat
Lamb trumpet
Calls on the feast, bloody fear of battle!
See whose blade is sharp
And the truth of whose will be the right!
GORTHAUR AND THE WARRIORS
Warriors (Sing):
The War Bell Tolls,
The Trumpet Calls.
IT Calls for Feast, The Bloody Feast of Battle!
GORTHAUR (SINGS):
Revenge and Fire -
The Sole Desire:
WE BARE OUR Teeth - Be Ready for the Pyre!
The War Bell Tolls,
THE TRUMPET HOWLS:
Come On, Sail Oh, You Arrogant Killers!
WE'LL SEE WHO'S MADE
The Sharpest Blade -
WE'LL See Whose Truth Will Finally Win The Day!
Warriors (Sing):
Hail Now Gorthaur!
LEAD US NOW FORTH TO WAR,
Even So Far As to The Blessed Land!
Elves - Run to Paradise!
Our Swords As One Will Rise -
This Land Is Ours, And Here We'll Take Our Stand!
GORTHAUR (SINGS):
Marching for Battle, Arising in Might,
You Fought the Defenseless and Ruthlessly Killed.
Now to resist you WE'VE LEARNED HOW TO FIGHT,
Fiercely Breaking the Diamond-Laid Shields!
Warriors (Sing):
Hail Now Gorthaur!
LEAD US NOW FORTH TO WAR,
Even So Far As to The Blessed Land!
Elves - Run to Paradise!
Our Swords As One Will Rise -
This Land Is Ours, And Here We'll Take Our Stand!
GORTHAUR (SINGS):
OH, WHERE'S THAT LOVING BOY I WAS BEFORE?
OH, WHERE'S MY HOME - AND WHERE'S THE ONE WHO TAUGHT ME?
The Pain Is Burning, An Unding Torture.
Forgive Me, Teacher, I'm a Boy No more!
My Cry to Heavens - IT's A Cry Of War!
GORTHAUR AND WARRIORS (Sing):
The War Bell Tolls,
The Trumpet Calls.
IT Calls for Feast, The Bloody Feast of Battle!
WE'LL SEE WHO'S MADE
The Sharpest Blade -
WE'LL See Whose Truth Will Finally Win The Day!
