Текст песни Funeral Sequence (Zero Mostel & Ronald Holgate) с переводом

Sound the flute

Blow the horn

Pluck the lute

Forward mourn!

All Crete was at her feet

All Thrace was in her thrall

All Sparta loved her sweetness

And gaul. .

And Spain. .

And Greece. .

And Egypt. .

And Syria. .

And Mesopotamia. .

All Crete was at her feet

All Thrace was in her thrall

Oh, why should such a blossom fall?

Speak the spells

Chant the charms

Toll the bells

Build the pyre!

I don’t know about you, but I’ve suffered enough. On behalf of the body,

I want to thank you for a lovely funeral

All Crete was at her feet

But I shall weep no more

I’ll find my consolation as before

Among the simple pleasures of war!

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