Вольный Ветер - Туманная роса
Концерт фолк-рок группы "Вольный Ветер" в Псковском Кремле на фестивале исторической реконструкции "Довмонт Псковский" 2024. Ирландская баллада-плач о "пасхальном восстании" 1916 года. Эта, наиболее популярная версия песни, была написана священником Кэноном Чарльзом О'Нилом в 1919 году. Она посвящена памяти погибших ирландских повстанцев за свободу Ирландии в борьбе с англичанами. Русский перевод выполнен фолк-рок группой Вольной Ветер. Оригинальный текст: As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I There Armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by No pipe did hum no battle drum did sound its loud tattoo But the Angelus Bell o'er the Liffey's swell rang out in the foggy dew Right proudly high over Dublin Town they hung out the flag of war It Was better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Suvla or Sud-El-Bar And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through While Britannia's Huns with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew the night fell black and the rifles crack made perfidious Albion reel In the leaden rain seven tongues of flame did shine o'er the lines of steel By each shining blade a prayer was said that to Ireland her sons be true But when morning broke still the war flag shook out its folds in the foggy dew It Was England bade our wild geese go that small nations might be free; Their lonely graves are by Suvla waves or the fringe of the great North Sea. had they died by Pearse side or fought with Cathal Brugha Their graves we'd keep where the Fenians sleep 'neath the shroud of the foggy dew. the bravest fell and the Requiem bell rang mournfully and clear For those who died that Eastertide in the spring time of the year While the world did gaze with deep amaze at those fearless men but few Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew As back through the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore For I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see more But to and fro in my dreams I go and I kneel and pray for you For slavery fled O glorious dead when you fell in the foggy dew.
