@T"Poy zhe, Esmeralda!" - iz myuzikla "Sobor Parizhskoy Bogomateri"@T@TYundin A.@T@LRUS
Svet
Ozaril moyu bolnuyu dushu. Net,
Tvoy pokoy ya strastyu ne narushu.
Bred, polnochnyiy bred terzaet serdtse mne opyat
O, Esmeralda, ya posmel tebya zhelat.
Moy tyazhkiy krest- urodstva vechnaya pechat,
Ya sostradane za lyubov gotov prinyat.
Net
Gorbun otverzhennyiy s proklyatem na chele
Ya nikogda ne budu schastliv na zemle.
I posle smerti mne ne obresti pokoy
Ya dushu dyavolu prodam za noch s toboy.
Ray
Obeschayut ray tvoi ob'yatya Day,
mne nadezhdu, o, moe proklyate. Znay,
Grehovnyih myisley mne sladka slepaya vlast,
Bezumets prezhde ya ne znal, chto znachit strast.
Rasputnoy devkoy, slovno besom, oderzhim;
Tsyiganka derzkaya moyu sgubila zhizn.
Zhal,
Sudbyi nasmeshkoyu ya v ryasu oblachen,
Na muki adskie naveki obrechen.
I posle smerti mne ne obresti pokoy,
Ya dushu dyavolu prodam za noch s toboy.
Son,
Svetlyiy schastya son moy, Esmeralda. Ston,
Greshnoy strasti ston moy, Esmeralda. On
Sorvalsya s gub i pokatilsya kamnem vniz
Razbilos serdtse belokuroy Fler- de- Lis.
Svyataya Deva, tyi ne v silah mne pomoch.
Lyubvi zapretnoy ne dano mne prevozmoch.
Stoy
Ne pokiday menya bezumnaya mechta,
V raba muzhchinu prevraschaet krasota.
I posle smerti mne ne obresti pokoy,
Ya dushu dyavolu prodam za noch s toboy.
I dnem i nochyu lish ona peredo mnoy.
I ne Madonne ya molyus, a ey odnoy.
Stoy,
Ne pokiday menya bezumnaya mechta,
V raba muzhchinu prevraschaet krasota.
I posle smerti mne ne obresti pokoy,
Ya dushu dyavolu prodam za noch s toboy. |
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