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Studio "Ekran"
The Very Blue Beard
Translation/Subs by N.Giroux Edited by Niffiwan
Case #
Oh how many curious stories,
Unsolved mysteries...
Come to mind from time to time.
For example:
There once lived a duke in Europe-
-The Blue Beard,
who had a weakness...
a hobby, really –
he liked to kill his wives.
And every time, as the duke
was about to commit another evildoing
an incredible blue beard would grow on his face.
Why did he do it?
Were his victims all that innocent?
It’s hard to say
But it’d be rather interesting to solve this case.
With the help of guesswork, fantasies and imagination.
Even more so because this gloomy story could
shed some light on modern relationships between
our wives and us.
-Hello, my dear darling. -Yes?
-Today I’ll be late. -But why?
-My work’s requiring -Work?
-I’m serious, wait -So what’s the case?
-A mysterious hair -Oh, a hair...
-...of a sort that's quite rare -Uh-huh
-It's perfectly blue! It's perfectly blue!
I'll see the case through. -Of course...
-No, listen, until -Go home immediately
-But I’m at work still... -I don’t care.
-What am I to do? -When will you be coming?
-Perhaps around nine -With brunettes till then?
-What brunettes? -The ones in pink dressed.
-What dress? -Don’t pretend, angel.
-Just take the two tablets, It’s there, in the chest.
-So, when are you coming? -Perhaps around eight.
-Is this for certain? -But no guarantees.
-You’re getting fresh. -I’m not fighting, please.
-Back to your old ways, huh? -I haven’t done jack!
-Again talking back? -What have I done wrong?
-Answer me now, or divorce!
-Well, quarter to eight, it won’t be too long.
-This is no life.
-It’s there, in the chest! -This is no life.
One time there lived a duke,
He had enormous wealth.
A lovely, thick beard grew on him-
He never shaved himself.
Not red, not even grey,
But rather blue, they say.
Like sky, Like sky and waters deep.
And later they found out- This feudal bloke was skilled.
For all the girls he married To death he swiftly killed.
It used to be, he’d marry,
His face would get all scary,
And then his deadly urges he fulfilled!
We are immensely curious-
Oh, where had he got,
An esoteric beard like that,
This murderous hot-shot?
One really can go mad with fright-
Just look at what the wedlock might
Bring to girls who "tie the knot."
That’s not what it’s about
It’s just that bearded match
to every cunning lass
was duke, a wealthy catch.
With connections, and with name
And his deep-blue beard untamed.
But butcher Butcher, all the same.
A nice book about The blue nightmare
The greatest of presents For a married pair.
We know from the stories That Good will prevail.
The Frenchman Perrault Wrote this special tale.
A nice book about
The blue nightmare
The greatest of presents
For a married pair.
We know from the stories That Good will prevail.
The Frenchman Perrault Wrote this special tale.
-My dear Monsieur, I realize
Whom 'tis my grace to see.
I’ll tell you all about myself
And tell it truthfully.
And so back then I lived alone
Roamed ‘round the castle in strides
So lonely and so sad I was
-While waiting for his brides.
-My age was over thirty then
For fatherhood I'd wish,
For marriage and a wife at home...
-...who'd keep him on a leash.
-I wanted all the proper things:
Love, duty, family.
-I wanted to discourage him
But it was not to be.
Since at that point, you see
Just like a pink mirage,
Turned up quite magically
Our first great personage.
Marianne, oh Marianne
You will make me the happiest man!
So come closer to me Marianne
And seal me in your tender embrace.
And please hurry to me with your grace.
Take my heart and the keys to the place.
Hello my dear ogre,
Blue bearded autocrat
You’re out touch with fashion
I plainly can see that.
And meanwhile in Italia
Italia, Australia…
And then in Paris also,
(Which some have said is closer).
Their style is in the newer phase
They'd think your beard've seen its days
And such and such would get their praise
And they could do all that!
Yes, they could do all that!
Their furniture is not like this
Their lacquered surfaces - a bliss
Old man, you’re in mental fog
We’ll get a cat and ditch your dog.
-I saw an English lady. Two pooches near her.
-This changes all the matter Your dog I shall prefer.
But where’s my precious goblet?
Our guests that were awaited?
Mon chère, my goodness, you
You ARE so outdated.
You act like you’re some sort of tyrant
Just sit the way I sit
And please just mind your place
When I will point to it.
Any man, even if he’s a duke
Would like some warmth in his marriage,
Some basic attention... Nevermind love.
You can bear it all, if you have it.
But when you don’t...
you get sad and philosophical
And, excuse me, who needs that?
And then...
...one day
Sorry dear...
...it just happened like that.
-Then for a while I was distraught.
I couldn’t cry enough
-Until appeared in a haze
Our second lady-love.