sicut transit gloria mundi, sic transibit

/* quomodo gloria mundi transit transient */
слова Б. Окуджавы, музыка И. Шварца 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NPKLEY4KCYI

one ensign once planned for a glory
to gain in battle some winsome day,
onto this glory, as to the lot,
decided putting life on game.
and that's, when out of impatience,
the head got already afog,
whether from heaven, or from nearer,
there were heard the bitter words:
can you see, my dear cornet,
my charming dear little cornet,
the matter is, for deepest pity,
the matter is, for deepest pity,
for you there is no warring yet.
the matter is, for deepest pity,
for you there is no warring yet!

the ensign then got plan to marry
and take a dowry million/a lot,
he found a bride in rural landscape
and rushed down for the wedding crown.
and that's, when from lust and of craving
the head got already afog,
whether from heaven, or from nearer,
there were heard the bitter words:
can you see, my dear cornet,
my charming dear little cornet,
the matter is, there with the bride,
the matter is, there at the bride
is no dowry at all.
the matter is, there with the bride
is no dowry at all!

the ensign, thus, determined to flee
from the wed cermon (what a shame!),
to the mail-station, to the stage inn,
he flew in, wearing a black tails.
and that's, when from the coming retrieve
the head got already afog,
whether from heaven, or from nearer
there were heard the bitter words:
can you see, my dear cornet,
my charming dear little cornet,
the matter is,  that in the  chaise-coach,
the matter is,  that in the  mail-coach
there are no empty seats.
the matter is,  that in the stagecoach
there are no empty seats!

#a_ex