| Владимир Высоцкий, из к/ф "Стрелы Робин Гуда" "The castle's reliably hidden by time, Covered by green quilt of brunches and leaves But all what happened - celebrations and crimes- Are still there, not only in books or myths. You can find them, if you hard try. The time didn't erase all events, Only need you to move the top layer: Time 'd surrender, and lose its defense, And again would become real tales. Just fall down then hundreds of old locks, And all chains would also fall down, And you'd feel like you are inside of a book Of crusades and of wars for the crown. But you'd better be ready to hear beloved tunes, And to listen about free archers, Because sun's always sun, and moon's always moon, Even in your so distant future. Steel with steel and swords were crashed, The Death was smiling and showing teeth, Threatening everyone, and being ready to lash. Enemies fell in mud, when destroyed - their marsh, And were praying for winners' mercy. But not all, who got lives back, as they asked, Felt then gratitude in their hearts. Sometimes they hid evil under the smiles, as masks, Behaved, as dummies, though were smart! Good, if horse obeys you without the bridle. It's good when you shouldn't cover your track. It's good when you openly fight steel with steel, It's bad, if you're stabbed, suddenly, in the back. What's about the bastards? Do you kill them? All right! What's about witches? Do you still have them? Sure, wrong would be wrong, and right would be right In your ... |
