urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:markiy markiy markiy 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:markiy:16425 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z Собственно, многие наверное помнят эту известную песню Игоря Набоких... Мало того, что я заморочился с утра ее пением, я нашел оригинал... Да-да, оригинал на англицком принадлежит перу известного на Западе барда, Леонадра Коэна. Мало того, это оказывается тоже песня, и поет он ее совсем не так. Ну и текст соответственно чуточку иной, чем мы привыкли. Но довольно прелюдий, текст под катом <a name="cutid1"></a><br />Famous Blue Raincoat<br /><br />It's four in the morning, the end of December<br />I'm writing you now just to see if you're better<br />New York is cold, but I like where I'm living<br />There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.<br /><br />I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert<br />You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record.<br /><br />Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair<br />She said that you gave it to her<br />That night that you planned to go clear<br />Did you ever go clear?<br /><br />Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older<br />Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder<br />You'd been to the station to meet every train<br />And you came home without Lili Marlene<br /><br />And you treated my woman to a flake of your life<br />And when she came back she was nobody's wife.<br /><br />Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth<br />One more thin gypsy thief<br />Well I see Jane's awake --<br /><br />She sends her regards.<br /><br />And what can I tell you my brother, my killer<br />What can I possibly say?<br />I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you<br />I'm glad you stood in my way.<br /><br />If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me<br />Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.<br /><br />Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes<br />I thought it was there for good so I never tried.<br /><br />And Jane came by with a lock of your hair<br />She said that you gave it to her<br />That night that you planned to go clear --<br /><br />Sincerely, L. Cohen <br />