Текст песни Драконь - Баллада об отважном Диего Вальдесе

When the moon rises over Cadiz, silver coin
When there is no wine left in barrels, even long before dawn,
Then, grinning at the curses of heaven, with southwest, a faithful comrade,
The dead vagrant, Don Diego Valdez, confidently enters the tavern.
He silently sits down at the table by the window and looks at the sea wearily,
He thinks: “The moon rose in the same way when we flew to the rocks,
And neither an angel nor a demon would help us, if not for the roar of the captain:
"You will stand at the helm, Valdez dog!" And I suddenly believed that I would.
I rushed to the call of undiscovered lands, I went on trips around the world,
I drank to luck, but the wind of freedom intoxicated me harder than hops.
We loved freedom more than brides who remained somewhere on land.
Don't be damned if I weren't Diego Valdes, but we sold souls to the sea!
(... We were considered our own in the southern seas and often visited the northern ones,
We darned the flag three times shot through, tarred the punctured bottom ...)
Yes, we did not give passage to the ships of the English merchant fleets,
And, apparently, the wind was bad when we captured the brig-whaler.
I fought, squeezing the hilt painfully, but my luck changed,
And Diego Valdes froze forever, harpoon pinned to the mast.

And the moon hides its face in the clouds, and the shards of the glass groan,
He thinks: “How stubbornly she was looking for me among the living!
Having sunk to the bottom, I remembered about her, but there was no strength to get out.
How long she longed for me, she has not forgotten now.

Happy Jesus from the dead has risen, but I do not shine such,
And I, the one who was called Diego Valdes, will never know peace! "
And the sky brightens and the moon melts; in the unfaithful glow of dawn
A silver coin will glisten like a tear on the table by the window.

The Song of Diego Valdez by Rudyard Kipling

THE GOD of Fair Beginnings
Hath prospered here my hand—
The cargoes of my lading,
And the keels of my command.
For out of many ventures
That sailed with hope as high,
My own have made the better trade,
And Admiral am I.

To me my King’s much honor,
To me my people’s love—
To me the pride of Princes
And power all pride above;
To me the shouting cities,
To me the mob's refrain: -
“Who knows not noble Valdez,
Hath never heard of Spain. "

But I remember comrades—
Old playmates on new seas—
When as we traded orpiment
Among the savages—
A thousand leagues to south'ard
And thirty years removed—
They knew not noble Valdez,
But me they knew and loved.

Then they that found good liquor,
They drank it not alone,
And they that found fair plunder,
They told us every one,
About our chosen islands
Or secret shoals between,
When, weary from far voyage,
We gathered to careen.

There burned our breaming-fagots
All pale along the shore:
There rose our worn pavilions—
A sail above an oar;
As flashed each yearning anchor
Through mellow seas afire,
So swift our careless captains
Rowed each to his desire.

Where lay our loosened harness?
Where turned our naked feet?
Whose tavern 'mid the palm-trees?
What quenchings of what heat?
Oh fountain in the desert!
Oh cistern in the waste!
Oh bread we ate in secret!
Oh cup we spilled in haste!

The youth new-taught of longing
The widow curbed and wan,
The goodwife proud at season,
And the maid aware of man—
All souls unslaked, consuming,
Defrauded in delays,
Desire not more their quittance
Than I those forfeit days!

I dreamed to wait my pleasure
Unchanged my spring would bide:
Wherefore, to wait my pleasure,
I put my spring aside
Till, first in face of Fortune,
And last in mazed disdain,
I made Diego Valdez
High Admiral of Spain.

Then walked no wind 'neath Heaven
Nor surge that did not aid—
I dared extreme occasion,
Nor ever one betrayed.
They wrought a deeper treason—
(Led seas that served my needs!)
They sold Diego Valdez
To bondage of great deeds.

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