Текст песни Евгений Сельц - Баллада о Франсуа Рабле

Where Sona and Rona flow on the ground
Lived maitre Francois Rabelais.
In Panama black drape walked
And the Greek text repeated.

At that time, I remind you, for clever speech
Could chide and burn.
Went barefoot on hot ashes
Maitre Francois Rabelais.

He was called a doctor in front of people -
Poetry has nothing to do with it.
But he knew about him penetrating light:
Maitre Francois is a poet.

Over every line problem problems
Decided by Francois Rabelais:
Not how to make money by pen,
And how to avoid the fire.

Fought the pen, cursing fate,
And yet I lost the fight -
And invented a book more interesting than the one
That the world revered saint.

The sixteenth century looked out from the cassock
And again mired in darkness.
But maitre Francois did not think to sin -
He thought how to go on.

He knew medicine, was smart, smart,
But no matter how he changed banners,
Sorbonne beeches, waking up barely,
Choked already firewood.

But late he laid the fire -
He died ... He was cunning ...
On the eternal - from wood for the fire - the ship
Floated Francois Rabelais.

The door slammed shut, the earth spun.
The king followed the king.
Yesterday saint has been making a fire
Today took an ax.

And tomorrow ... Should we serve Satan!
Give me a hand, bro, me!
We, too, with you go on ash,
As a master of Francois Rabelais.