Перевод песни The Night the Pugilist Learned How to Dance - Sting

In the streets around here

There was nobody tougher than me

I was quick with me fists

And fast with me footwork

As you can plainly see

But while fighting was useful

For getting your way

Among the toughs of the town

Where you could hold sway

There had to be something

That was better than this

I was fifteen years old

And I'd never been kissed

Well of course she'd ignore me

Her friends would all sneer

At me bloody nose dripping

And me cauliflower ear

For it's hard to convince

In a romantic pose

With a lovely black eye

And a broken nose

Where a girl is attracted

To skills more refined

Than the pugilist's art

And so I inclined

To take meself serious

As a modern romancer

And I secretly learnt

All the moves of a dancer

Ye swing to the left

Ye swing to the right

Keep your eyes on your partner

More or less like a fight

Ye just follow the rhythm

And ye keep to the beat

The important thing's

Never to look at your feet

Then a miracle happens

Your mind's in a trance

Though the strategy's subtle

Retreat and advance

It's all about attitude

All in your stance

Attention to detail

Leaving nothing to chance

Which explains how the pugilist

Finally learned how to dance

Well I'd waltz with a broomstick

And if I was caught

I'd pretend I was sweeping

Or practicing sport

But I really had eyes

For your mother ye see

Wanting her to acknowledge

This new version of me

But now everyone's watching

Expecting I'll fail

But there's fire in me belly

There's wind in me sails

I knew it was risky

And I was taking a chance

I couldn't retreat now

I had to advance

So I swing to the left

I swing to the right

Keep me eyes on me partner

Like I would in a fight

I just keep to the rhythm

And follow the beat

The important thing's

Never to look at your feet

But a miracle's happened

And your mind's in a trance

They're all laughing and cheering

And looking askance

On the night that the pugilist

Finally learned how to dance

It's a three-minute round

And you're back in your corner

You're licking your wounds

Just like little Jack Horner

Don't let your guard down

Try a jab with your right

Or you're losing on points

By the end of the night

Then a miracle happens

And everyone's screaming

You're pinching yourself

Just in case you're still dreaming

You've taken the initiative

You've taken your chance

It's the night when this pugilist

Finally learned how to dance

In a bout where the strategist's

Bridges were burned

Where it seemed that his fortune

Had suddenly turned

'Twas the night that this scrapper

Was suddenly dapper

And this poor fellow's heart

Was still going like the clappers

The night that the pugilist

Finally learned how to dance