If you buy them, just imagine, you can win... A fire engine!
Поскольку интернет-провайдер отрубил нам все торренты, неожиданно посмотрели "Бриллиантовую руку". Что еще более неожиданно - с английскими субтитрами. Сначала хотели отключить, но вдруг оказалось увлекательно. Неизвестный герой, написавший субтитры, перепер даже песенки - причем попадая в рифму и в размер.
Song about the hares
In the heart of the woods
Where leaves twirl in flight
Where age-old oaks
Loom like wizardly gods
Hares mowed the grass
In a grove at midnight
And they sang a strange song
With the following words:
We couldn't care less
We couldn't care less
Though owls and wolves
Make us real wuss
We've got a job to do
At this hour of voodoo
We're mowing the grass
A truly magic grass.
And the wizardly oaks
Whisper something in darkness
By the stench-soaked bogs
Shadows loom in the rain
Hares mow their grass
Feeling lost, feeling luckless
And out of fright
Hasten their refrain:
We couldn't care less
We couldn't care less
Though owls and wolves
Make us real wuss
We've got a job to do
At this hour of voodoo
We're mowing the grass
A truly magic grass.
We couldn't care less
We couldn't care less
We firmly believe
In the saying of the past
That bold'll be the one
Who thrice this has done:
At the hour of voodoo
Mowed magic grass.
We couldn't care less
We couldn't care less
Bolder we'll be
Then the lion, king of beast!
We'll hold out once
We won't screw this chance
And no evil thing
Will ruffle us in the least!
An island of bad luck
All covered with greenery
Absolutely, stark,
Lies in our itinerary
An island of bad luck.
There live the savages
Poor wretched guys
Faces bear ravages
But kind under disguise.
Whatever they are doing
It never goes right.
They must be born to ruin
On a very black Friday night.
Crocodiles not caught
Coconuts won't grow
They weep and pray to God
For days and days in a row.
They are no idlers
They could have had a ball.
They ought to cancel Fridays
Once and for all.
But, alas, no calendar
On the isle, there's not!
Every living islander
Just goes for a naught.
That's why poor savages
From early morn till night
Counting their damages
Lament over their plight.
The poor devils moan
Cursing their fate
What year is unknown
As is unknown the date.
Song about the hares
In the heart of the woods
Where leaves twirl in flight
Where age-old oaks
Loom like wizardly gods
Hares mowed the grass
In a grove at midnight
And they sang a strange song
With the following words:
We couldn't care less
We couldn't care less
Though owls and wolves
Make us real wuss
We've got a job to do
At this hour of voodoo
We're mowing the grass
A truly magic grass.
And the wizardly oaks
Whisper something in darkness
By the stench-soaked bogs
Shadows loom in the rain
Hares mow their grass
Feeling lost, feeling luckless
And out of fright
Hasten their refrain:
We couldn't care less
We couldn't care less
Though owls and wolves
Make us real wuss
We've got a job to do
At this hour of voodoo
We're mowing the grass
A truly magic grass.
We couldn't care less
We couldn't care less
We firmly believe
In the saying of the past
That bold'll be the one
Who thrice this has done:
At the hour of voodoo
Mowed magic grass.
We couldn't care less
We couldn't care less
Bolder we'll be
Then the lion, king of beast!
We'll hold out once
We won't screw this chance
And no evil thing
Will ruffle us in the least!
An island of bad luck
All covered with greenery
Absolutely, stark,
Lies in our itinerary
An island of bad luck.
There live the savages
Poor wretched guys
Faces bear ravages
But kind under disguise.
Whatever they are doing
It never goes right.
They must be born to ruin
On a very black Friday night.
Crocodiles not caught
Coconuts won't grow
They weep and pray to God
For days and days in a row.
They are no idlers
They could have had a ball.
They ought to cancel Fridays
Once and for all.
But, alas, no calendar
On the isle, there's not!
Every living islander
Just goes for a naught.
That's why poor savages
From early morn till night
Counting their damages
Lament over their plight.
The poor devils moan
Cursing their fate
What year is unknown
As is unknown the date.