текст арииИллиан резким движением сдергивает с головы седой парик, сразу становясь моложе, и поворачивается к сцене. Вспыхивает свет. Те же декорации без портретов и со столом, заваленным бумагами, и креслом - теперь это императорский кабинет. На сцене возле стола Эзар.
Эзар:
Прискорбно знать, что три десятка лет Стабильности и жесткого правленья Не будут впредь гарантией побед И власти абсолютной продолженья.
Незыблемость закона для страны Является основой, силой трона. Но живы те, кто помнит вкус войны И кровь священной некогда персоны.
Мне некому корону завещать. Оставить сыну я ее не вправе: Он до сих пор не может обуздать Себя, не говоря уж о державе.
Иллиан:
Исчезни он - Чьим будет трон? Безволен принц или силён - Ему лишь отдает закон Всю власть без спора. Хотя давно Министр Гришнов На Зерга натравил врагов, Как озверелых псов Лихую свору.
Эзар:
Правитель должен быть любим толпой, Иначе только кровью и террором Он бунту не позволит стать войной, Которой так желают наши форы… Губительна гражданская война, Предотвратить ее я знаю средство: Ослабить армию, тогда страна Сумеет выжить, не деля наследства.
Зерг - адмирал, и он возглавит флот. И скажут, что на благо всей державы Он в битве пал, герой и патриот, Посмертно обретя и честь, и славу.
Иллиан:
Что ж, о цене Судить не мне… У принца в этой западне Спастись и выжить шанса нет - Нет и не будет. Но ведь страна Сейчас сильна. Неужто знать вам не верна - А армия лишь ждет сигнал К кровавой смуте?
Эзар:
Да, армия привычна к мятежам, В традиции у нас перевороты. И на штыках пришел я к власти сам - Мне не впервые грязная работа. Внутри страны угроза велика, Враги не только внешние опасны… На Эскобар отправятся войска, А кое-кто и здесь лишится власти.
A draft of this, with some help from Tel and borrowing a few bits from Menada's verses. I've chosen to leave out a lot of the rhyme, in the hope of getting a better translation and a better fit to the rhythm, but I've kept it in certain verses.
Ezar: The truth is that for all my tireless work Our thirty years of peace will hold no longer My dynasty hangs over an abyss Past victories won't hold the state together One law for all, for every different class Is the principle my throne is built on We can't forget the end of Yuri's War In which we slew our once-beloved ruler
There is no-one to follow my reign I cannot have my son as my successor He hasn't got the strength to restrain Himself, much less this royal power
Illyan: If he is gone who gets the throne? Will he have strength to rule alone? By law the power's his to hold Without objection. And then there's still your man Grishnov With his pack of savage dogs And the Prince leading the charge To destroy us
Ezar: The Emperor must be loved by every class If he's not, then terror and destruction Will cover all the land in bloody strife The kind of thing that would delight our Vor We stand upon the brink of civil war But there's a way that I might hold it back Weaken the army, to give the state A chance to survive this disaster
Serg's in command, and he will lead the fleet We'll say, that all may know the story He lost his life in some heroic feat In death his name is famed for glory
(having trouble posting this, will try it in two parts)
Illyan: Well, it's not for me to say The bitter price that you must pay But the Prince won't get away From this betrayal. You know the nation still may fall And the whole army's waiting for Some new leader who will call For revolution.
Ezar: Yes, the army's always at our throats It's traditional to stir up armed rebellion I won my throne with military aid I've played all these dirty games before At home our enemies are all around Abroad is danger of a different sort At Escobar the army will collapse And some men here will also fall from power
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11.01.2012 в 22:34If he is gone
who gets the throne?
Be that he's strong or lacks back-bone
By law the power's his alone
to judge it all
is not my call
to stay alive in this pitfall
the prince has no chance at all
none whatsoever
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20.02.2012 в 16:07Ezar:
The truth is that for all my tireless work
Our thirty years of peace will hold no longer
My dynasty hangs over an abyss
Past victories won't hold the state together
One law for all, for every different class
Is the principle my throne is built on
We can't forget the end of Yuri's War
In which we slew our once-beloved ruler
There is no-one to follow my reign
I cannot have my son as my successor
He hasn't got the strength to restrain
Himself, much less this royal power
Illyan:
If he is gone who gets the throne?
Will he have strength to rule alone?
By law the power's his to hold
Without objection.
And then there's still your man Grishnov
With his pack of savage dogs
And the Prince leading the charge
To destroy us
Ezar:
The Emperor must be loved by every class
If he's not, then terror and destruction
Will cover all the land in bloody strife
The kind of thing that would delight our Vor
We stand upon the brink of civil war
But there's a way that I might hold it back
Weaken the army, to give the state
A chance to survive this disaster
Serg's in command, and he will lead the fleet
We'll say, that all may know the story
He lost his life in some heroic feat
In death his name is famed for glory
(having trouble posting this, will try it in two parts)
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20.02.2012 в 16:08Illyan:
Well, it's not for me to say
The bitter price that you must pay
But the Prince won't get away
From this betrayal.
You know the nation still may fall
And the whole army's waiting for
Some new leader who will call
For revolution.
Ezar:
Yes, the army's always at our throats
It's traditional to stir up armed rebellion
I won my throne with military aid
I've played all these dirty games before
At home our enemies are all around
Abroad is danger of a different sort
At Escobar the army will collapse
And some men here will also fall from power
- Philomytha