Зацепило.
"На поле танки грохотали" - теперь на английском.
Исполняет сводный хор сотрудников инженерного факультета Беркли.
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They’ll lift us from beneath the wreckage
Remove our bodies from the fray
While fire and thunder from the cannons
Escort us on our final way
And telegrams will set a-flying
To notify our next of kin:
Your son will never be returning
On leave he won’t be stopping in
His mother wails in the corner
His father swats a creeping tear
His love will never know for certain
What fate befell her tanker dear
A photo on her shelf will linger
Among the yellowed books forlorn
In tanker’s garment, epaulets on
And fiancé to her no more.
Молодцы ребята!
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UPD: Та же песня на латыни.
Per campum ruit equitatus,
Extremus instat impetus -
At ille iuvenis legatus
Portatur capite fractus.
Percussit missile loricam -
Valete, cari comites!
A mane quartum iam amicum
De curru cadere vides.
Remotis essedae fragmentis
Extollunt medici corpus:
Quid illi cum medicamentis,
Cum sit exsequiis opus?
Volabunt nuntii citati
Familiares monitum:
Spes nulla reditus prognati,
Non iam videbitis satum.
Quem mater vetula plorabit
Flebitque genitor senex,
Et sponsa prorsus ignorabit,
Quae fuerit amici nex.
Manebit miles in pictura,
Vicina libris neglectis -
Indutus omni armatura,
Non tamen utilis lectis.
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