Текст оригинала на английском языке The Poor Old Cannon Upbroke the sun In red-gold foam; Thus spoke the gun At the Soldier’s Home: ”Whenever I hear Blue thunder speak My voice sounds clear But little and weak. ”And when the proud Young cockerels crow My voice sounds loud, But gentle and low. ”When the mocking-bird Prolongs his note I cannot be heard Though I split my throat.” |
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