ïûëü ïåðåâîä Êèïëèíãà

Ïûëü
Ðåäüÿðä Êèïëèíã


Ìû ïåøêè è èäåì ïåøêîì,
Èäåì, ñïåøà, ñïåøà, òèðàíèì çåìëþ ñàïîãîì,
×åêàíÿ êàæäûé øàã.
Ìû ìíîãîíîãî â íîãó øàã è íå íà øàã íàçàä.
Çà íàñ âñå ìîãóò ïîðåøàòü è òî÷íî ïîðåøàò.
Íî÷ü-äåíü, íî÷ü-äåíü, è îò ìåíÿ îñòàëàñü òåíü, è âñå ìèøåíü,
È ÿ ìèøåíü.
È  ïóëÿì ïûëü è ïîò â ãëàçàõ ëèøü ìîæåò ïîìåøàòü
 
Íî÷ü-äåíü, íî÷ü-äåíü, ñïèíà — ñòðóíà, äóøà êðåìåíü,  è ñòåðòà  â êðîâü ñòîïà
ïîòóæå çàòÿíè ðåìåíü!
Âåäü â êàøå íà ìîðñêîé âîäå ïåñîê, à íå êðóïà.

Íå äóìàé, íè ê ÷åìó ñëîâà, è ÷òîáû íå ñîéòè ñ óìà —
âñå ïåðåøëè íà ìàò.
È ïûëü êðóãîì, è ïûëü êðóãîì,
È òû íå ïîìíèøü î äðóãîì, ñæèìàÿ àâòîìàò.
È âñå ñïåøàò, è âñ¸ ñïåøèò, è ñ÷åòà íåò øàãàì.
Òû ìîæåøü áûòü èç ñòàëè ñøèò — è òî òðåùèøü ïî øâàì.
Äàâíî èäåì, ïîêèíóâ äîì, ðûâîê — íå ïðîìåíàä.
Ìû ââåðõ èäåì è âíèç èäåì, âñåãäà ïðèõîäèì â àä.

Ïûòàéñÿ äóìàòü î äðóãîì, ïóñòü êðóãîì ãîëîâà.
Ïóñòü íà âîéíå íåò îòïóñêîâ,
Íà ìûñëè íå íàäåòü îêîâ …Õîòü  ïóòû íà ñëîâàõ
Òû, òû, òû — òÿãîòû è áèíòû,
Ïûëü, ïûëü â ãîðëå — äî òîøíîòû.
Áûòü, ïèòü, ñïàòü — íàñ æäóò êðåñòû.
 òèøèíå:
Ïîò, ïûëü, ñìðàä.
Îòïóñêà íåò íà âîéíå.


#êèïëèíã
#÷óê÷àïåðåâîä÷èê
#ëèòåðàòóðíûéïåðåâîä
Îðèãèíàë
We’re foot—slog—slog—slog—sloggin' over Africa —
Foot—foot—foot—foot—sloggin' over Africa —
(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again!)
There's no discharge in the war!

Seven—six—eleven—five—nine-an'-twenty mile to-day —
Four—eleven—seventeen—thirty-two the day before —
(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again!)
There's no discharge in the war!

Don’t—don’t—don’t—don’t—look at what’s in front of you.
(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again);
Men—men—men—men—men go mad with watchin' em,
An' there's no discharge in the war!

Try—try—try—try—to think o' something different —
Oh—my—God—keep—me from goin' lunatic!
(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again!)
There's no discharge in the war!

Count—count—count—count—the bullets in the bandoliers.
If—your—eyes—drop—they will get atop o' you!
(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again) —
There's no discharge in the war!

We—can—stick—out—'unger, thirst, an' weariness,
But—not—not—not—not the chronic sight of 'em —
Boot—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again,
An' there's no discharge in the war!

'Taint—so—bad—by—day because o' company,
But night—brings—long—strings—o' forty thousand million
Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again.
There's no discharge in the war!

I—'ave—marched—six—weeks in 'Ell an' certify
It—is—not—fire—devils, dark, or anything,
But boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again,
An' there's no discharge in the war!













Ìû ïåøêè è èäåì ïåøêîì
Èäåì, ñïåøà, ñïåøà, òèðàíèì çåìëþ ñàïîãîì,
×åêàíÿ êàæäûé øàã.
Ìû ìíîãîíîãî â íîãó øàã è íå íà øàã íàçàä —
Çà íàñ âñå ìîãóò ïîðåøàòü è òî÷íî ïîðåøàò.

È âñå ñïåøàò, è âñå òðåùèò, è ñ÷åòà íåò øàãàì.
Òû ìîæåøü áûòü èç ñòàëè ñøèò — è òî òðåùèøü ïî øâàì.
Äàâíî èäåì, ïîêèíóâ äîì, ðûâîê — íå ïðîìåíàä.
Ìû ââåðõ èäåì è âíèç èäåì, âñåãäà ïðèõîäèì â àä.

Ïûòàéñÿ äóìàòü î äðóãîì, ïóñòü êðóãîì ãîëîâà.
Ïóñòü íà âîéíå íåò îòïóñêîâ,
Íà ìûñëè íå íàäåòü îêîâ è ïóòû íà ñëîâà.
Òû, òû, òû — òÿãîòû è áèíòû,
Ïûëü, ïûëü â ãîðëå — äî òîøíîòû.
Áûòü, ïèòü, ñïàòü — íàñ æäóò êðåñòû.
 òèøèíå:
Ïîò, ïûëü, ñìðàä.
Îòïóñêà íåò íà âîéíå.

Îðèãèíàë íà àíãëèéñêîì

We’re foot—slog—slog—slog—sloggin' over Africa —
Foot—foot—foot—foot—sloggin' over Africa —
(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again!)
There's no discharge in the war!

Seven—six—eleven—five—nine-an'-twenty mile to-day —
Four—eleven—seventeen—thirty-two the day before —
(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again!)
There's no discharge in the war!

Don’t—don’t—don’t—don’t—look at what’s in front of you.
(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again);
Men—men—men—men—men go mad with watchin' em,
An' there's no discharge in the war!

Try—try—try—try—to think o' something different —
Oh—my—God—keep—me from goin' lunatic!
(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again!)
There's no discharge in the war!

Count—count—count—count—the bullets in the bandoliers.
If—your—eyes—drop—they will get atop o' you!
(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again) —
There's no discharge in the war!

We—can—stick—out—'unger, thirst, an' weariness,
But—not—not—not—not the chronic sight of 'em —
Boot—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again,
An' there's no discharge in the war!

'Taint—so—bad—by—day because o' company,
But night—brings—long—strings—o' forty thousand million
Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again.
There's no discharge in the war!

I—'ave—marched—six—weeks in 'Ell an' certify
It—is—not—fire—devils, dark, or anything,
But boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again,
An' there's no discharge in the war!