Ogon, voda i... mednye truby (Fire, Water and... Pipes of Glory) Page #3

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or to put it better,

our great chance is here!

It's not an ordinary conflagration,

it's the king's palace burning.

This grandiose misfortune,

or rather our great chance,

is an ideal situation

for the firemens' proliferation.

Or in plain words,

strike while the iron is hot.

Chests out!

Tummies in!

Eat your leader with your eyes!

- Where's your chest?

- I forgot.

Fedoul I to Fedoul V

here were born and thrived!

I'm not the Terrible nor the Proud,

I'm Fedoul VI the Burnt-out!

Good morning.

- I'm sweating!

- May the heat benefit you!

Sit our Majesty down!

- You sat on a hot seat.

- I was too hot to sit.

- Who are you?

- A minister.

- Which one?

- Without portfolio.

- What does it mean?

- I'm called when things get hot.

So you must answer for fires.

What's your answer?

It's clear

that evertyhing's unclear.

- I see he's an idiot.

- A loyal idiot.

Company, attention! About face!

Left face!

- Where's your left?

- I forgot.

As you were! Lousy performance!

We deal here with the royal fire!

Splendid!

- Have you saved my library?

- Half of it, as you can see.

- What about the other half?

- Perished in the fire.

But all of your other possessions

have been saved.

Save for some trifles.

Daddy!

You can't do right a thing!

To forget the daughter of the king!

Were you asleep, Sophie?

I was, daddy.

Good morning, my darling!

Good morning, dear daddy!

The palace is burning!

Save the king's daughter!

Turn me around! Quick!

Why are you standing, dummies?

Aren't you ashamed?

Go save my daughter!

It's easier to burn in the fire

than to burn in hell

all your life.

It's easier to burn in hell.

Do you want me, the king,

to dive into that fire?

Please do, dear.

We'll hold a funeral feast for you.

- We'll bake an angel cake.

- We'll drink your wine.

Go ahead, dear.

You spongers! You scoundrels!

I'll fire all of you!

Turn me around! Move it!

I'll have you all hanged!

Who would have thought it!

- The trial by fire...

- He lived through.

- But from the water...

- He won't come out...

Unscathed.

Sophie! My beauty!

Where are you?

I'm here, daddy!

Burn, burn loud,

never go out.

Look in the sky,

Birds there fly

And the bells all chime.

Burn, burn loud,

Never go out!

Your Majesty!

The fire squad in my command

is here the fire to quench,

with water the fire to drench!

We'll do our duty,

but this fire is a beauty!

I'm pleased.

I'm greatly pleased.

To our benefactor! Ha-ha!

Give them vodka to feel tender,

and gifts me to remember,

for their perseverance

and outer appearance.

Have a smoke, men!

Hey, where are you going?

What about the wedding?

What wedding?

Wedding whom?

Me.

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