Текст песни The Sorcerer's Apprentice (Bart Wolffe) с переводом

Gone’s for once the old magician

With his countenance forbidding;

I 'm now master,

I 'm tactician,

All his ghosts must do my bidding.

Know his incantation,

Spell and gestures too;

By my mind’s creation

Wonders shall I do.

Flood impassive

With persistence

From a distance

Want I rushing

And at last abundant, massive

Here into my basin gushing

Come, old broom!

For work get ready,

Dress yourself, put on your tatters

You 're, I know, a servant steady

And proficient in such matters.

On two legs stand gravely,

Have a head, besides,

With your pail now bravely

Off, and do take strides!

Flood impassive

With persistence

From a distance

Want I rushing

And at last abundant, massive

Here into my basin gushing

Like a whirlwind he is going

To the stream, and then in Like an engine he is throwing

Water for my use; with flurry

Do I watch the steady;

Not a drop is spilled,

Basin, bowls already

Are with water filled.

Fool unwitty,

Stop your going!

Overflowing

Are the dishes.

I forgot the charm; what pity!

Now my words are empty

For the magic charm undoing

What I did,

I have forgotten.

Be a broom!

Be not renewing

Now your efforts, spell-begotten!

Still his work abhorrent

Does the wretch resume;

Where I look a torrent

Threatens me with doom.

No, no longer

Shall I suffer

You to offer

Bold defiance.

I have brains,

I am the stronger

And I shall enforce compliance

You, hell’s miscreate abortion,

Is this house doomed to perdition?

Signs I see in every portion

Of impending demolition.

Servant, cursed and senseless,

Do obey my will!

Be a broom defenseless,

Be a stick!

Stand still!

Not impurely

Shall you ravage.

Wait! you savage,

I’ll beset you,

With my hatchet opportunely

Shall I split your wood, I bet

There he comes again with water! -

How my soul for murder itclies!

First I stun and then I slaughter,

That is good for beasts and witches.

Well! he 's gone! — and broken

Is the stick in two.

He 's not worth a token;

Now I hope, I do!

Woe! It is so.

Both the broken

Parts betoken

One infernal

Servant’s doubling.

Woe! It is so.

Now do help me, powers eternal!

Both are running, both are plodding

And with still increased persistence

Hall and work-shop they are flooding.

Master, come to my assistance! -

Wrong I was in calling

Spirits, I avow,

For I find them galling,

Cannot rule them now.

«Be obedient

Broom, be hiding

And subsiding!

None should ever

But the master, when expedient,

Call you as a ghostly lever!»

Перевод песни The Sorcerer's Apprentice