A keresés eredménye

A Small Part

In this play
I've got a very small role.
It has only four words:
'We will break through, my king!'
 
Ten lunges with a rapier
And, when the way is clear,
Dying enemy thrusts
The blade into my chest.
I'm lying on the forestage
The fly is crawling on the forehead
Of fading battle
I hear thunder and fire.
 
In this play
I've got a very small role.
It has only four words:
'We will break through, my king!'
 
But soon the priest will arrive
Will mumble over me.
And the king, with downcast eyes,
Will say: 'He died like a hero'.
While hiding my pain behind a yellow mask
I'll ask him during intermission,
'How will you deal with your enemies?
After all, I am dead, my king'.
 
And the king will answer sadly:
'Don't worry, my boy.
In this play, I am also
an anti-hero'.
And in the next act
He'll be shot at the wall
Maybe for the good
Of our damn country.
 
In this play
I've got a very small role.
It has only four words:
'We will break through, my king!'