Rоman Wаll Bluеs
Over the heather the wet wind blows,
I’ve lice in my tunic and a cold in my nose.
The rain comes pattering out of the sky,
I’m a Wall soldier, I don’t know why.
The mist creeps over the hard grey stone,
My girl’s in Tungria; I sleep alone.
Aulus goes hanging around her place,
I don’t like his manners, I don’t like his face.
Piso’s a Christian, he worships a fish;
There’d be no kissing if he had his wish.|
She gave me a ring but I diced it away;
I want my girl and I want my pay.
When I’m a veteran with only one eye
I shall do nothing but look at the sky.
“Блюз Римской Стены”
Ветер сырой кусты теребит,
Вши в моей тунике, нос мой забит,
Ливень стучит. Предо мной — стена.
Я ее сторожу, пропади она.
Туман ползет по камням опять.
Моя девушка в Тунгрии, не с кем спать.
Вокруг нее ошивается Авл,
По харе поганой я б гаду дал.
Пизон — христианин. Им рыба — бог.
Он ласки вообще б отменил, кабы мог.
Колечко ее просадил я когда-то.
Хочу свою девку, хочу свою плату.
В отставке я буду валять дурака,
Да оставшимся глазом глядеть в облака.
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