{"id":655,"date":"2005-06-17T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2005-06-17T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.austerlitz.org\/cz\/napoleonuv-pad-v-anglickych-pisnich\/"},"modified":"2024-11-27T15:33:44","modified_gmt":"2024-11-27T13:33:44","slug":"napoleonuv-pad-v-anglickych-pisnich","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.austerlitz.org\/cz\/napoleonuv-pad-v-anglickych-pisnich\/","title":{"rendered":"Napoleon\u016fv p\u00e1d v anglick\u00fdch p\u00edsn\u00edch"},"content":{"rendered":"

V posledních týdnech jsem p\u0159i brouzdání po internetu narazil na pár zajímavostí, které s Napoleonovým pádem souvisejí, toti\u017e s jeho odrazem v písních dávných i nedávných. Nemám te\u010f v\u016fbec na mysli v\u011bci francouzské, jakými je nap\u0159íklad zlidov\u011blá balada Eugèna Pradela „Waterloo“ (jednu sloku jsem si p\u0159elo\u017eil a pou\u017eil kdysi jako motto v jedné kapitole „Orl\u016f Napoleonovy armády“), \u010di slavnou baladu Heinricha Heineho „Dva grenadý\u0159i“, kterou kdysi zpívávala i Ema Destinová (\u010desky ta dojemná báse\u0148 o dvou granátnících, co se vracejí z ruského zajetí, existuje dokonce ve dvou vynikajících p\u0159ekladech). Napoleonovu pádu se toti\u017e v\u011bnovali (a v\u011bnují) i ti, kterým císa\u0159ovi „grognards“ \u0159íkali „Goddams“, tedy Britové.<\/p>\n

Pokud jde o ty sou\u010dasné, mnozí \u010dtená\u0159i nepochybn\u011b znají jméno Marka Knopflera; pro ty, jim\u017e jméno nic ne\u0159íká, dodám, \u017ee jde o \u010dlena skupiny „Dire Straits“, tuším \u017ee i autora slavné „Brothers in Arms“. Ten p\u0159ed pár lety za\u0159adil do svého alba pon\u011bkud countryov\u011b zn\u011bjící písni\u010dku s názvem, který zní pro bonapartisty velmi odpudiv\u011b: „Done with Bonaparte“. Celý text, který je zve\u0159ejn\u011bn na mnoha webech, zní takto:<\/p>\n

We have paid in hell since Moscow burned<\/span>
As Cossacks tear us piece by piece<\/span>
Our dead are strewn a hundred leagues<\/span>
Though death would be a sweet release<\/span>
And our Grande Armée is dressed in rags<\/span>
A frozen starving beggar band<\/span>
Like rats we steal each other´s scraps<\/span>
Fall to fighting hand to hand<\/span>

Save my soul from evil, Lord<\/span>
And heal this soldier´s heart<\/span>
I´ll trust in thee to keep me, Lord<\/span>
I´m done with Bonaparte<\/span>

What dreams he made for us to dream<\/span>
Spanish skies, Egyptian sands<\/span>
The world was ours, we marched upon<\/span>
Our little Corporal´s command<\/span>
And I lost an eye at Austerlitz<\/span>
The sabre slash yet gives me pain<\/span>
My one true love awaits me still<\/span>
The flower of the Aquitaine<\/span>

Save my soul from evil, Lord<\/span>
And heal this soldier´s heart<\/span>
I´ll trust in thee to keep me, Lord<\/span>
I´m done with Bonaparte<\/span>

I pray for her who prays for me<\/span>
A safe return to my belle France<\/span>
We prayed these wars would end all wars<\/span>
In war we know is no romance<\/span>
And I pray our child will never see<\/span>
A Little Corporal again<\/span>
Point toward a foreign shore<\/span>
Captivate the hearts of men<\/span>

Save my soul from evil, Lord<\/span>
And heal this soldier´s heart<\/span>
I´ll trust in thee to keep me, Lord<\/span>
I´m done with Bonaparte<\/span>

Pro ty mén\u011b anglofonní (jako jsem i já) p\u0159ikládám hrubý p\u0159eklad do \u010deštiny (bez rým\u016f a dikce):<\/p>\n

Platíme peklem od chvíle, co Moskva ho\u0159ela
Jak nás kozáci trhají kus po kuse
Naši mrtví jsou rozházení stovky mil
Myslím, \u017ee smrt by byla sladkým únikem
A naše velká armáda je od\u011bna do cár\u016f
Zmrzlá a vyhladov\u011blá tlupa \u017eebrák\u016f
Jako krysy krademe jeden druhému zbytky jídla
A bojujeme holýma rukama i proti sob\u011b<\/p>\n

Spas mou duši od zla, Pane
a zhoj tohle srdce vojáka
Já budu v\u011b\u0159it v Tebe, Pane
kon\u010dím s Bonapartem<\/p>\n

Jaké sny nám stvo\u0159il, abychom snili
Špan\u011blské nebe, egyptský písek.
Sv\u011bt byl náš kdy\u017e jsme po n\u011bm mašírovali
Pod velením Malého kaprála
Já jsem ztratil oko u Slavkova
Ten švih šavle m\u011b stále bolí
Moje jediná pravá láska na m\u011b stále \u010deká,
Kv\u011bt Aquitánie <\/p>\n

Spas mou duši od zla, Pane ….<\/p>\n

Modlím se za tu která se modlí za m\u011b
Za bezpe\u010dný návrat k mojí Belle France
Modlíme se aby tyhle války ukon\u010dily všechno vál\u010dení
Ve válce se lásce neda\u0159í
A já se modlím aby naše d\u011bti nevid\u011bly
znovu Malého kaprála
který by jim spoutal srdce a odvedl je
k cizím b\u0159eh\u016fm<\/p>\n

Spas mou duši od zla, Pane ….<\/p>\n

Nutno \u0159íci, \u017ee to není nejlepší text, alespo\u0148 s pohledu pocit\u016f Napoleonových voják\u016f, o nich\u017e toho trochu vím; t\u0159etí sloka je podbíziv\u011b líbivá a n\u011bjak mi p\u0159ipomíná hesla hippies „Make Love not War“ z doby mého mládí…<\/p>\n

Mnohem lepší jsou t\u0159i anglické v\u011bci dobové, z nich\u017e první se jmenuje „Boney´s Lamentation“ \u010di „Boney´s Abdication“, tedy „Bonyho lamentace“ \u010di „Bonyho abdikace“. Její velebn\u011b drsná melodie je prý variací na skladbu irského harfisty Turlough O´Carolana (1670-1738) a nespíš se týká první abdikace v roce 1814. V první sloce, psané v „ich form\u011b“, tedy v podob\u011b, kdy Bonaparte jako kdyby zpíval sám o sob\u011b, padají konkrétní jména: „Já byl ten, kdo porazil Wurmsera a p\u0159ed ním\u017e se musel sklonit Beaulieu, kdo p\u0159emohl velké arcivévodu“ (\u010dím\u017e je mín\u011bn arcivévoda Karel). Ve druhé se mluví o ta\u017eení do Egypta i o Moskv\u011b (ne\u010derpal odtud Knopfler…?), ve t\u0159etí o porá\u017ece u Lipska a bojích s Prusy na Montmartru a celou písní se nese p\u0159ekvapiv\u011b hluboký obdiv k císa\u0159i Francouz\u016f a politování nad tragickým páde… Text zní v originále takto:<\/p>\n

Attend, you sons of high renown,<\/span>
To these few lines which I pen down:<\/span>
I was born to wear a stately crown,<\/span>
And to rule a wealthy nation.<\/span>
I am the man that beat Beaulieu,<\/span>
And Wurmser´s will did then subdue;<\/span>
That great Archduke I overthrew.<\/span>
On every plain<\/span>
My men were slain.<\/span>
Grand treasures, too, I did obtain,<\/span>
And got capitulation.<\/span>

I did pursue the Egyptians sore,<\/span>
Till Turks and Arabs lay in gore;<\/span>
The rights of France I did restore<\/span>
So long in confiscation.<\/span>
I chased my foes through mud and mire<\/span>
Till in despair my men did tire.<\/span>
Then Moscow town was set on fire,<\/span>
My men were lost<\/span>
Through winter frost;<\/span>
I ne´er before received such blast<\/span>
Since the hour of my creation.<\/span>

To Leipsic town my soldiers fled,<\/span>
Montmartre was strewed with Prussian dead,<\/span>
We marched them forth, inveterate,<\/span>
To stop a bold invasion.<\/span>
Farewell, my royal spouse, once more,<\/span>
And offspring great, whom I adore!<\/span>
And may you that great throne restore,<\/span>
That is torn away,<\/span>
Without delay!<\/span>
Those kings of me have made a prey,<\/span>
And caused my lamentation.<\/span>

Další anglickou lidovou skladbou je „Napoleon Bonaparte“, tentokrát píse\u0148 o mu\u017ei, jemu\u017e zbyly jen skály na Ostrov\u011b svaté Heleny. Píse\u0148 je pravd\u011bpodobn\u011b irského p\u016fvodu, co\u017e vcelku vysv\u011btluje sympatie i smutek nad osudem velkého mu\u017ee, kterého i jeho cho\u0165 opustila (by\u0165 se o to ve skute\u010dnosti dost p\u0159i\u010dinil on sám…): <\/p>\n

Now Napoleon he has done<\/span>
With his wars and his fighting,<\/span>
He has gone to the land <\/span>
He can take no delight in.<\/span>
He may set him down <\/span>
And tell of the battles he has been in,<\/span>
While forlorn he does mourn<\/span>
On the isle of St. Helena.<\/span>

Louisa does weep for her husband´s departing;<\/span>
She dreams when she sleeps<\/span>
And she wakes broken-hearted.<\/span>
Not a friend to console<\/span>
Or even those who might be with her.<\/span>
While forlorn she does mourn<\/span>
On the Isle of St. Helena.<\/span>

The rude rushing waves<\/span>
All around the shores are washing;<\/span>
Now the high billows roar,<\/span>
On the rough rocks are dashing.<\/span>
He may look to the moon,<\/span>
To the great mount of Diana.<\/span>
While forlorn he does mourn<\/span>
On the Isle of St. Helena.<\/span>

All you that have wealth<\/span>
Beware of ambition,<\/span>
Lest in some degree of health<\/span>
You should change your condition.<\/span>
He steadfast in time,<\/span>
For what´s to come you know not,<\/span>
And your days they may end<\/span>
On the Isle of St. Helena.<\/span>

You Parliaments of War,<\/span>
And your Holy Alliance,<\/span>
To the prisoner of war<\/span>
You may now bid defiance.<\/span>
For you base intrigues<\/span>
And your baser misdemeanors,<\/span>
Have caused him to die<\/span>
On the Isle of St. Helena<\/span>

Poslední píse\u0148 je z dobového hlediska pravou lah\u016fdkou; jmenuje se „Battle of the Windmill“, „Bitva u v\u011btrného mlýna“ (zpívá se na anglickou lidovou „The Girl I Left Behind Me“), a ten, kdo se napoleonskými válkami zabýval, si ji m\u016f\u017ee hned po prvních \u0159ádcích dávat do míst i souvislostí: „V úterý ráno jsme vyšli pod velením plukovníka Frasera se šavlemi a bajonety z lešt\u011bné oceli nabroušenými jak b\u0159itva a na planin\u011b u v\u011btrného mlýna jsme t\u0159ikrát provolali hurá, aby ti naproti v\u011bd\u011bli, \u017ee tu jsou Prescottovi dobrovolníci…“<\/p>\n

Celý text zní anglicky takto:<\/p>\n

On Tuesday morning we marched out<\/span>
In command of Colonel Fraser<\/span>
With swords and bayonets of polished steel<\/span>
As keen as any razor.<\/span>
Unto the Windmill plains we went<\/span>
We gave them three loud cheers<\/span>
To let them know that day below<\/span>
We´re the Prescott Volunteers.<\/span>
Oh, we´re the boys that feared no noise<\/span>
When the cannons loud did roar<\/span>
We cut the rebels left and right<\/span>
When they landed on our shore.<\/span>
Brave Macdonall nobly led<\/span>
His men into the field;<\/span>
They did not flinch, no, not an inch<\/span>
Till the rebels had to yield.<\/span>
He swung his sword right round his head<\/span>
Saying, "Glengarrys follow me,<\/span>
We´ll gain the day without delay,<\/span>
And that you´ll plainly see!"<\/span>
The rebels now remain at home,<\/span>
We wish that they would come<\/span>
We´d cut them up, both day and night,<\/span>
By command of Colonel Young.<\/span>
If e´er they dare return again<\/span>
They´d see what we can do;<\/span>
We´ll show them British play, my boys,<\/span>
As we did at Waterloo.<\/span>
Under Colonel Jessup we will fight,<\/span>
Let him go where he will;<\/span>
With powder and ball they´ll surely fall<\/span>
As they did at the Windmill.<\/span>
If I were like great Virgil bright<\/span>
I would employ my quill;<\/span>
I would write both day and night<\/span>
Concerning the Windmill.<\/span>
Lest to intrude I will conclude<\/span>
And finish off my song,<\/span>
We´ll pay a visit to Ogdensburg<\/span>
And that before it´s long!<\/span>

Co k t\u011bmto perli\u010dkám dodat? Snad jen to, \u017ee ti, kte\u0159í by si tyto v\u011bci cht\u011bli do pochodu zpívat, nebo se pokusit o jejich p\u0159eklad do \u010deštiny v \u0159e\u010di vázané, najdou všechny melodie v midi sekvencích po zadání jména skladeb (v posledním p\u0159ípad\u011b nutno zadat „The Girl I Left Behind Me“ na serveru www.contemplator.com<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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V\u00fdro\u010d\u00ed bitvy u Waterloo, kter\u00e9 si pr\u00e1v\u011b v t\u011bchto dnech p\u0159ipom\u00edn\u00e1me, by m\u011blo nejsp\u00ed\u0161 b\u00fdt podn\u011btem k \u00favaze na ot\u00e1zky pro\u010d, jak a kv\u016fli \u010demu, kter\u00e9 si historie vojensk\u00e1 i politick\u00e1 kladou od onoho osudn\u00e9ho 18. \u010dervna 1815 u\u017e sto devades\u00e1t let. Jen\u017ee takov\u00e1 \u00favaha by, alespo\u0148 v m\u00e9 p\u0159\u00edpad\u011b, vydala na knihu a budi\u017e mi odpu\u0161t\u011bno, \u017ee se zam\u00ed\u0159\u00edm trochu jin\u00fdm sm\u011brem. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[129,11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-655","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-nezobrazovat-na-homepage","category-cisarove"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.austerlitz.org\/cz\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/655","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.austerlitz.org\/cz\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.austerlitz.org\/cz\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.austerlitz.org\/cz\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.austerlitz.org\/cz\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=655"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.austerlitz.org\/cz\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/655\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1504,"href":"https:\/\/www.austerlitz.org\/cz\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/655\/revisions\/1504"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.austerlitz.org\/cz\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=655"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.austerlitz.org\/cz\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=655"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.austerlitz.org\/cz\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=655"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}