Вольный перевод Олега Соболева:
Я слышал звон колоколов,
Звучали песни Рождества,
Добро и радость в тех словах:
Мир на Земле, любовь Христа!
Я думал, что к закату дня,
По снежным улицам Земли
Вновь пролетят добра слова:
Мир на Земле, любовь Христа!
В отчаянии голову склонил,
Людская ненависть сильна,
Им безразличны те слова:
Мир на Земле, любовь Христа!
Но нежный голос начал петь
«Господь не умер и не спит!
Все зло падет, Бог – победит!
Мир на Земле, любовь Моя!»
Я слышал звон колоколов,
Звучали песни Рождества,
Добро и радость в тех словах:
Мир на Земле, любовь Христа!
Оригинал:
I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men.
And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along the unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.
And in despair I bowed my head
“There is no peace on earth,” I said,
“For hate is strong and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.”
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail
With peace on earth, good will to men.”
I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men.
Oleg Sobolev's free translation:
I heard the ringing bells,
Sounds of Christmas songs
Good and joy in the words:
The world on earth, the love of Christ!
I thought that to the sunset of the day,
On the snow streets of the earth
The words are again flying:
The world on earth, the love of Christ!
In despair head bowed,
Human hatred strong,
They are indifferent to those words:
The world on earth, the love of Christ!
But a gentle voice began to sing
"The Lord does not die and sleeps!
All evil fears, God will win!
The world on earth, my love! "
I heard the ringing bells,
Sounds of Christmas songs
Good and joy in the words:
The world on earth, the love of Christ!
Original:
I Heard The Bels on Christmas Day
Their Old Familiar Carols Play,
And Wild and Sweet the Words Repeat
Of Peace On Earth, Good Will to Men.
And Thought How, As the Day Had Come,
The Belfries of All Christendom
HAD ROLLED ALONG THE UNBROKEN SONG
Of Peace On Earth, Good Will to Men.
And in Despair I Bowed My Head
"There Is No Peace On Earth," I Said,
"FOR HATE IS STRONG AND MOCKS THE SONG
Of Peace On Earth, Good Will to Men. "
THEN PEALED THE BELLS MORE LOUD AND DEEP:
"God Is Not Dead, Nor Doth He Sleep;
The Wrong SHALL FAIL, THE RIGHT PREVAIL
With Peace On Earth, Good Will to Men. "
I Heard The Bels on Christmas Day
Their Old Familiar Carols Play,
And Wild and Sweet the Words Repeat
Of Peace On Earth, Good Will to Men.
