✒ trad./ru-text Николай Фомин (Др. Баян) N. Fomin, 2020
Whyski in the Jar [Маша и Командор]
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на горном перевале,где и птицы не летали
я встретил командора при деньгах -он сам был вором.
я был при всех делах: пушка, шашка и рюмашка.
говорю - гони бабло, а не то - щас дам в табло!
вот дела дела дела, видно не видать бабла.
вот дела дела дела, век мне не видать бабла.
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бабло я посчитал, симпатичный капитал.
принес домой все машке, пропустили по рюмашке.
она повозбухала, но изменой не страдала.
но черт подери тя сзаду, с бабой вечно нету сладу.
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мне снились бриллианты, что в общем-то понятно.
но машка учудила, мне пушку разрядила.
и не успел слинять я, стоит в погонах братия.
ни шашки, ни рюмашки, и с командором машка.
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хочу начать сначала, быть снова вольной птицей.
найти другую машку, и чтоб жить как по бумажке. (и чтоб не так, а по бумажке)
как нравилось мне там, так не нравится мне тут.
послать бы черта к богу, но прутья не дают.
Whisky in the jar
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As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier
Saying "Stand and deliver" for he were a bold deceiver
Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da
Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar
I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny
She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me
But the devil take the women for they never can be easy
Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da
Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar
I went up to my chamber, all for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure 't was no wonder
But Jenny blew me charges and she filled them up with water
Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter
Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da
Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar
And 't was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell
I first produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier
I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken
Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da
Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar
There's some take delight in the carriages a rolling
and others take delight in the hurling and the bowling
but I take delight in the juice of the barley
and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early
Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da
Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar
And if anyone can aid me 't is my brother in the army
If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney
And if he'll go with me, we'll go rovin' through Killkenney
And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my own a-sporting Jenny
Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da
Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar