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  • Текст песни Noel Coward With The Cafe De Paris Orchestra - There Are Bad Times Just Around The Corner

    Исполнитель: Noel Coward With The Cafe De Paris Orchestra
    Название песни: There Are Bad Times Just Around The Corner
    Дата добавления: 03.04.2023 | 18:46:04
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    They're out of sorts in Sunderland
    And terribly cross in Kent,
    They're dull in Hull
    And the Isle of Mull
    Is seething with discontent,
    They're nervous in Northumberland
    And Devon is down the drain,
    They're filled with wrath
    On the firth of Forth
    And sullen on Salisbury Plain,
    In Dublin they're depressed, lads,
    Maybe because they're Celts
    For Drake is going West, lads,
    And so is everyone else.
    Hurray, hurray, hurray!
    Misery's here to stay.

    There are bad times just around the corner,
    There are dark clouds hurtling through the sky
    And it's no good whining
    About a silver lining
    For we know from experience that they won't roll by,
    With a scowl and a frown
    We'll keep our peckers down
    And prepare for depression and doom and dread,
    We're going to unpack our troubles from our old kit bag
    And wait until we drop down dead.

    From Portland Bill to Scarborough
    They're querulous and subdued
    And Shropshire lads
    Have behaved like cads
    From Berwick-on-Tweed to Bude,
    They're mad at Market Harborough
    And livid at Leigh-on-Sea,
    In Tunbridge Wells
    You can hear the yells
    Of woe-begone bourgeoisie.
    We all get bitched about, lads,
    Whoever our vote elects,
    We know we're up the spout, lads.
    And that's what England expects.
    Hurray, hurray, hurray!
    Trouble is on the way.

    There are bad times just around the corner,
    The horizon's gloomy as can be,
    There are black birds over
    The grayish cliffs of Dover
    And the rats are preparing to leave the BBC
    We're an unhappy breed
    And very bored indeed
    When reminded of something that Nelson said.
    While the press and the politicians nag nag nag
    We'll wait until we drop down dead.

    From Colwyn Bay to Kettering
    They're sobbing themselves to sleep,
    The shrieks and wails
    In the Yorkshire dales
    Have even depressed the sheep.
    In rather vulgar lettering
    A very disgruntled group
    Have posted bills
    On the Cotswold Hills
    To prove that we're in the soup.
    While begging Kipling's pardon
    There's one thing we know for sure
    If England is a garden
    We ought to have more manure.
    Hurray, hurray, hurray!
    Suffering and dismay.

    There are bad times just around the corner
    And the outlook's absolutely vile,
    There are Home Fires smoking
    From Windermere to Woking
    And we're not going to tighten our belts and smile, smile, smile,
    At the sound of a shot
    We'd just as soon as not
    Take a hot water bottle and go to bed,
    We're going to un-tense our muscles till they sag sag sag
    And wait until we drop down dead.

    There are bad times just around the corner,
    We can all look forward to despair,
    It's as clear as crystal
    From Bridlington to Bristol
    That we can't save democracy and we don't much care
    If the Reds and the Pinks
    Believe that England stinks
    And that world revolution is bound to spread,
    We'd better all learn the lyrics of the old 'Red Flag'
    And wait until we drop down dead.
    A likely story
    Land of Hope and Glory,
    Wait until we drop down dead.

    [When Noel later used this number in his Las Vegas cabaret act, he adapted it to the American milieu, as he did with many of the topical numbers]

    There Are Bad Times Just Around The Corner
    [American Lyric]

    They're nervous in Nigeria
    And terribly cross in Crete,
    In Bucharest
    They are so depressed
    They're frightened to cross the street,
    They're sullen in Siberia
    And timid in Turkestan,
    They're sick with fright
    In the Isle of Wight
    And jittery in Japan,
    The Irish groan and shout, lads,
    Maybe because they're Celts,
    They know they're up the spout, lads,
    And so is everyone else.
    Hurray, hurray, hurray!
    Trouble is on the way.

    There are bad times just around the corner,
    There are dark clouds hurtling through the sky
    And it's no use whining
    About a silver lining
    For we know from experience that they won't roll by,
    With a scowl and a frown
    We'll keep our spirits down
    And prepare for depression and doom and dread,
    We're going to unpack our troubles from our old kit bag
    And wait until we drop down dead.

    There are bad times just around the corner,
    The horizon's gloomy as can be,
    There are black birds over
    They grayish cliffs of Dover
    And the vultures are hovering round the Christmas tree
    We're an unhappy breed
    And ready to stampede
    When we're asked to remember what Lincoln said,
    We're going to un-tense our muscles till they sag sag sag
    And wait until we drop down dead.

    They're morbid in Mongolia
    And querulous in Quebec,
    There's not a man
    In Baluchistan
    Who isn't a nervous wreck,
    In Maine the melancholia
    Is deeper than tongue can tell,
    In Monaco
    All the croupiers know
    They haven't a hope in Hell.
    In far away Australia
    Each wallaby's well aware
    The world's a total failure
    Without any time to spare.
    Hurray, hurray, hurray!
    Suffering and dismay.

    There are bad times just around the corner,
    We can all look forward to despair,
    It's as clear as crystal
    From Brooklyn Bridge to Bristol
    That we can't save Democracy
    And we don't much care.
    At the sound of a shot
    We'd just as soon as not
    Take a hot-water bad and retire to bed
    And while the press and the politicians nag nag nag
    We'll wait until we drop down dead.

    There are bad times just around the corner
    And the outlook's absolutely vile,
    You can take this from us
    That when they Atom-bomb us
    We are not going to tighten our belts and smile smile smile,
    We are in such a mess
    It couldn't matter less
    If a world revolution is just ahead,
    We'd better all learn the lyrics of the old 'Red Flag'
    And wait until we drop down dead.
    A likely story
    Land of Hope and Glory,
    Wait until we drop down dead.
    И подождите, пока мы не упадем мертвым.

    Проходят плохие времена за углом,
    Горизонт мрачный, как может быть,
    Есть черные птицы над
    Они сероватыми скалами Дувра
    И стервятники парят вокруг елки
    Мы несчастная порода
    И готов к даче
    Когда нас попросят вспомнить, что сказал Линкольн,
    Мы собираемся раскрыть наши мышцы, пока они провисают
    И подождите, пока мы не упадем мертвым.

    Они патологические в Монголии
    И Querulous в Квебеке,
    Там нет человека
    В Белуджистане
    Кто не нервное крушение,
    В Мэн Меланхолия
    Глубже, чем язык может сказать,
    В Монако
    Все крупы знают
    У них нет надежды в аду.
    В дальнейшей Австралии
    Каждая Wallaby хорошо осведомлена
    В мире полная неудача
    Без какого -либо времени, чтобы сэкономить.
    Ура, ура, ура!
    Страдания и смятение.

    Проходят плохие времена за углом,
    Мы все можем с нетерпением ждать отчаяния,
    Это так же ясно, как кристалл
    От Бруклинского моста до Бристоля
    Что мы не можем спасти демократию
    И нам все равно.
    При звуке выстрела
    Мы бы как только не
    Сделайте большую воду и уйдите в постель
    И в то время как пресса и политики нагро
    Мы подождем, пока мы не упадем мертвым.

    Плохие времена не за горами
    И перспективы абсолютно мерзкие,
    Вы можете забрать это у нас
    Что, когда они атома бомба нас
    Мы не собираемся подтянуть наши ремни и улыбаться улыбку, улыбка,
    Мы в таком беспорядке
    Это не могло иметь значение меньше
    Если мировая революция просто впереди,
    Нам лучше изучать текст старого «Красного флага»
    И подождите, пока мы не упадем мертвым.
    Вероятная история
    Земля надежды и славы,
    Подождите, пока мы не упадем мертвым.

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