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Edward Elgar - The music-makers, Op. 69 - текст песни, видео

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Edward Elgar - The music-makers, Op. 69 - текст песни, видео

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We are the music-makers,
 And we are the dreamers of dreams,
 Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
 And sitting by desolate streams;
 World-losers and world-forsakers,
 On whom the pale moon gleams:
 Yet we are the movers and shakers
 Of the world for ever, it seems.
 
 With wonderful deathless ditties
 We build up the world's great cities,
 And out of a fabulous story
 We fashion an empire's glory:
 One man with a dream, at pleasure,
 Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
 And three with a new song's measure
 Can trample an empire down.
 
 We, in the ages lying
 In the buried past of the earth,
 Built Nineveh with our sighing,
 And Babel itself in our mirth;
 And o'erthrew them with prophesying
 To the old of the new world's worth;
 For each age is a dream that is dying,
 Or one that is coming to birth.
 
 We are the music-makers,
 A breath of our inspiration
 Is the life of each generation
 A wondrous thing of our dreaming
 Unearthly, impossible seeming...
 The soldier, the king, and the peasant
 Are working together in one,
 Till our dream shall become their present,
 And their work in the world be done.
 
 They had no vision amazing
 Of the goodly house they are raising;
 They had no divine foreshowing
 Of the land to which they are going:
 But on one man's soul it hath broken,
 A light that doth not depart;
 And his look, or a word he hath spoken,
 Wrought flame in another man's heart.
 
 And therefore today is thrilling
 With a past day's late fulfilling;
 And the multitudes are enlisted
 In the faith that their fathers resisted,
 And, scorning the dream of to-morrow,
 Are bringing to pass, as they may,
 In the world, for its joy or its sorrow,
 The dream that was scorned yesterday.
 
 With our dreaming and singing,
 Ceaseless and sorrowless we!
 The glory about us clinging
 Of the glorious futures we see,
 Our souls with high music ringing;
 O men! It must ever be
 That we dwell in our dreaming and singing,
 A little apart from ye.
 
 For we are afar with the dawning
 And the suns that are not yet high,
 And out of the infinite morning
 Intrepid you hear us cry...
 How, spite of your human scorning,
 Once more God's future draws nigh,
 And already goes forth the warning
 That ye of the past must die.
 
 Great hail! we cry to the comers
 From the dazzling unknown shore;
 Bring us hither your sun and your summers;
 And renew our world as of yore;
 You shall teach us your song's new numbers,
 And things that we dreamed not before:
 Yea, in spite of a dreamer who slumbers,
 And a singer who sings no more.
 We are the music-makers,
 And we are the dreamers of dreams.
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