Íåò êîíöà, íåò íà÷àëà (ïåðåâîä Yulia Garaeva èç Ïðîêîïüåâñêà)
We can't seem to let go
Êàæåòñÿ, ìû íå ìîæåì îòïóñòèòü
The thread's so thin it just doesn't show anymore
Òó òîíêóþ íèòü, êîòîðàÿ óæå íè÷åãî íå ñâÿçûâàåò.
It seems like we're playing charades
Êàæåòñÿ, ÷òî ìû èãðàåì â òàéíû,
Playing like we're afraid to live
Èãðàÿ, ñëîâíî áîèìñÿ æèòü.
And this is one sacrifice I,
È åñëè ýòî åäèíñòâåííàÿ æåðòâà,
I don't want to make
Òî ÿ íå õî÷ó æåðòâîâàòü åþ.
Cause if there's no end
Èáî åñëè íåò êîíöà,
There can be no beginning,
Çíà÷èò, íå ìîæåò áûòü è íà÷àëà,
There can be no beginning
Íå ìîæåò áûòü è íà÷àëà.
If there's no end
Åñëè íåò êîíöà.
It feels like forsaking the dawn,
Òàêîå ÷óâñòâî, ÷òî ìû îòðåêàåìñÿ îò ðàññâåòà:
We awaken and still we don't see
Ìû ïðîñûïàåìñÿ, íî âñ¸ ðàâíî íå âèäèì åãî...
I am still secretly grateful
ß íå ïåðåñòàþ óêðàäêîé áëàãîäàðèòü òåáÿ çà òî,
You're living this moment with me
×òî òû ïðîæèâàåøü ýòîò ìîìåíò ñî ìíîé.
We can see where it leads
Ìû çíàåì, ê ÷åìó âåä¸ò ýòîò ïóòü,
It's like you can't, can't kill the monster
Áóäòî òû íå â ñèëàõ, íå â ñèëàõ óáèòü ýòîãî ìîíñòðà,
That feeds on you
Ïîæèðàþùåãî òåáÿ.
No matter what you do
È íå âàæíî, ÷òî òû ïðåäïðèíèìàåøü,
It seems to get you every time
Îí âñ¸ ðàâíî êàæäûé ðàç õâàòàåò òåáÿ.
And that's a predicament if I know anything
È åñëè ÿ óçíàþ ÷òî-ëèáî îá ýòîì, ìíå áóäåò òÿæåëî.
Cause if there's no end
Èáî åñëè íåò êîíöà,
There can be no beginning,
Çíà÷èò, íå ìîæåò áûòü è íà÷àëà,
There can be no beginning
Íå ìîæåò áûòü è íà÷àëà.
If there's no end
Åñëè íåò êîíöà,
It feels like forsaking the dawn,
Òàêîå ÷óâñòâî, ÷òî ìû îòðåêàåìñÿ îò ðàññâåòà:
We awaken and still we don't see
Ìû ïðîñûïàåìñÿ, íî âñ¸ ðàâíî íå âèäèì åãî...
I'm still secretly grateful
ß íå ïåðåñòàþ óêðàäêîé áëàãîäàðèòü òåáÿ çà òî,
You're living this moment with me
×òî òû ïðîæèâàåøü ýòîò ìîìåíò ñî ìíîé.
Secretly grateful
ß óêðàäêîé áëàãîäàðþ òåáÿ çà òî,
You're sharing this moment with me
×òî òû ðàçäåëÿåøü ýòîò ìîìåíò ñî ìíîé.
If it's just one life we're given,
Åñëè íàì îäíàæäû äàíà æèçíü,
One time you're living
Çíà÷èò, ïðîæèòü å¸ íóæíî äîñòîéíî.
I feel your touch light up a wild desire
ß ÷óâñòâóþ, êàê òâî¸ ïðèêîñíîâåíèå ðàçæèãàåò âî ìíå äèêîå æåëàíèå,
Borne on my ache to take us ever higher
Óñèëèâàÿ ìîþ áîëü, ÷òîáû âîçíåñòè íàñ ê íåáåñàì.
In our love we are birds of prey
 íàøåé ëþáâè ìû - õèùíûå ïòèöû,
Every cry serves to lead astray
È êàæäûé èõ êðèê ñáèâàåò íàñ ñ ïóòè.
So carry my ache and you will know the feeling
Òàê íåñè æå ìîþ áîëü, è òû ðàçãàäàåøü ÷óâñòâî,
Inside I am weak but for this love I'm bearing
 ãëóáèíå êîòîðîãî ÿ ñëàá, íî ðàäè ýòîé ëþáâè ÿ âûíåñó âñ¸.
So breathe your life in my shades of grey
Òàê âïóñòè ñâîþ æèçíü â ìîè îòòåíêè ñåðîãî
Or kill the lights and we'll fade away
Èëè ïîãàñè îãíè è ìû èñ÷åçíåì.
Èñòî÷íèê:
https://www.amalgama-lab.com/songs/p/poets_of_the_fall/no_end_no_beginning.html
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