К Прощённому Воскресенью старинная французская баллада "Ballade De Mercy" ("Баллада о Прощении") в исполнении немецкой фолк-группы "Corvus Corax"
Слова песни "Ballade De Mercy"
A Chartreux, aussi Celestins,
A mendians et aux devotes,
A musars et cliquepatins,
Servantes et filles mignottes,
Portant surcotz et justes cottes;
A cuyderaulx d'amours transis,
Chaussans sans meshaing fauves bottes,
Je crye à toutes gens merciz!
A fillettes monstrans tetins,
Pour avoir plus largement hostes;
A ribleurs meneurs de butins,
A basteleurs traynans marmottes,
A folz et folles, sotz et sottes,
Qui s'en vont sifflant cinq et six;
A veufves et à mariottes,
Je crye à toutes gens merciz!
Sinon aux trahistres chiens mastins,
Qui m'ont fait ronger dures crostes
Et boire eau maintz soirs et matins,
Qu'ores je ne crains pas trois crottes.
Je feisse pour eulx petz et rottes;
Je ne puis, car je suis assis.
Bien fort, pour éviter riottes,
Je crye à toutes gens, merciz!
"Ballade De Mercy" на английском:
To the Carthusian and to the Celestine,
To the beggars and to the pious,
To the lechers and to the prowlers,
To the servants and the pretty maids,
Wearing great coats and curt plaids,
To the wiseacres in unreturned love
Strutting in stinking boots,
I am screaming for forgiveness.
To the young girls showing their breasts
To lure more customers,
To the crooks raising rows,
To the tricksters milking fat rats,
To the weirdoes and fools and mad women
Walking away whistling in groups of six,
To the tots and the lassies,
I am screaming for forgiveness.
But not to the perfidious cops
Who made me gnaw on hard scat,
Humiliated me in the evening and in the morning – over and over again,
So that I don’t dread the dirt any more.
I want to fart and belch at them,
But I can’t since I’m sitting.
To avoid the conflict
I scream for forgiveness.
Someone shall break their fifteen ribs
With large hammers, adamant and heavy,
With halberds and similar weapons.
Then I will beg even them for mercy
Слова песни "Ballade De Mercy"
A Chartreux, aussi Celestins,
A mendians et aux devotes,
A musars et cliquepatins,
Servantes et filles mignottes,
Portant surcotz et justes cottes;
A cuyderaulx d'amours transis,
Chaussans sans meshaing fauves bottes,
Je crye à toutes gens merciz!
A fillettes monstrans tetins,
Pour avoir plus largement hostes;
A ribleurs meneurs de butins,
A basteleurs traynans marmottes,
A folz et folles, sotz et sottes,
Qui s'en vont sifflant cinq et six;
A veufves et à mariottes,
Je crye à toutes gens merciz!
Sinon aux trahistres chiens mastins,
Qui m'ont fait ronger dures crostes
Et boire eau maintz soirs et matins,
Qu'ores je ne crains pas trois crottes.
Je feisse pour eulx petz et rottes;
Je ne puis, car je suis assis.
Bien fort, pour éviter riottes,
Je crye à toutes gens, merciz!
"Ballade De Mercy" на английском:
To the Carthusian and to the Celestine,
To the beggars and to the pious,
To the lechers and to the prowlers,
To the servants and the pretty maids,
Wearing great coats and curt plaids,
To the wiseacres in unreturned love
Strutting in stinking boots,
I am screaming for forgiveness.
To the young girls showing their breasts
To lure more customers,
To the crooks raising rows,
To the tricksters milking fat rats,
To the weirdoes and fools and mad women
Walking away whistling in groups of six,
To the tots and the lassies,
I am screaming for forgiveness.
But not to the perfidious cops
Who made me gnaw on hard scat,
Humiliated me in the evening and in the morning – over and over again,
So that I don’t dread the dirt any more.
I want to fart and belch at them,
But I can’t since I’m sitting.
To avoid the conflict
I scream for forgiveness.
Someone shall break their fifteen ribs
With large hammers, adamant and heavy,
With halberds and similar weapons.
Then I will beg even them for mercy
