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They're out of sorts in Sunderland
И ждать, пока мы не упадем замертво.
And terribly cross in Kent,

They're dull in Hull
Плохие времена уже не за горами,
And the Isle of Mull
Горизонт мрачнее некуда,
Is seething with discontent,
Черные птицы над
They're nervous in Northumberland
Они серые скалы Дувра
And Devon is down the drain,
И стервятники кружат вокруг рождественской елки
They're filled with wrath
Мы несчастная порода
On the firth of Forth
И готовы бежать
And sullen on Salisbury Plain,
Когда нас просят вспомнить, что сказал Линкольн,
In Dublin they're depressed, lads,
Мы собираемся расслабить наши мышцы, пока они не обвиснут, обвиснут, обвиснут
Maybe because they're Celts
И ждать, пока мы не упадем замертво.
For Drake is going West, lads,

And so is everyone else.
Они болезненны в Монголии
Hurray, hurray, hurray!
И ворчливы в Квебеке,
Misery's here to stay.
Нет ни одного человека

В Белуджистане
There are bad times just around the corner,
Который не был бы нервным развалиной,
There are dark clouds hurtling through the sky
В Мэне меланхолия
And it's no good whining
Глубоче, чем может выразить язык,
About a silver lining
В Монако
For we know from experience that they won't roll by,
Все крупье знают
With a scowl and a frown
У них нет надежды в аду.
We'll keep our peckers down
В далекой Австралии
And prepare for depression and doom and dread,
Каждый валлаби прекрасно знает
We're going to unpack our troubles from our old kit bag
Мир - полный провал
And wait until we drop down dead.
Без всякого свободного времени.

Ура, ура, ура!
From Portland Bill to Scarborough
Страдания и смятение.
They're querulous and subdued

And Shropshire lads
Не за горами плохие времена,
Have behaved like cads
Мы все можем с нетерпением ждать отчаяния,
From Berwick-on-Tweed to Bude,
Это ясно как кристалл,
They're mad at Market Harborough
От Бруклинского моста до Бристоля,
And livid at Leigh-on-Sea,
Что мы не можем спасти Демократию,
In Tunbridge Wells
И нам все равно.
You can hear the yells
При звуке выстрела,
Of woe-begone bourgeoisie.
Мы бы скорее не
We all get bitched about, lads,
Взяли горячую воду и пошли спать,
Whoever our vote elects,
И пока пресса и политики ворчат, ворчат, ворчат,
We know we're up the spout, lads.
Мы будем ждать, пока не упадем замертво.
And that's what England expects.

Hurray, hurray, hurray!
Не за горами плохие времена,
Trouble is on the way.
И перспективы абсолютно отвратительны,

Вы можете поверить нам,
There are bad times just around the corner,
Что когда они атомной бомбой,
The horizon's gloomy as can be,
Мы не затянем пояса и не улыбнемся, улыбнемся, улыбнемся,
There are black birds over
Мы в таком беспорядке,
The grayish cliffs of Dover
Это не может иметь меньшего значения,
And the rats are preparing to leave the BBC
Если мировая революция не за горами,
We're an unhappy breed
Нам лучше всем выучить текст старой песни «Red Flag»,
And very bored indeed
И ждать, пока не упадем замертво.
When reminded of something that Nelson said.
Вероятная история
While the press and the politicians nag nag nag
Земля Надежды и Славы,
We'll wait until we drop down dead.
Подожди, пока мы не упадем замертво.

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.