Êòî-òî îñîáåííûé.
I wake up to the sound of rain upon my sill
ß ïðîñíóëñÿ îò çâóêà äîæäÿ ïî ïîäîêîííèêó.
Pick up the pieces of my yesterday old thrill
 ìî¸ì â÷åðà , ñîáåðó âîåäèíî âñå îñêîëêè ñòàðûõ îùóùåíèé .
Can I deliver this used up shiver
Ìîãó ëè ÿ èçáàâèòüñÿ îò ýòîãî èçíóðÿþùåãî îçíîáà ?
To how I pronounce my life
Êàêèì îáðàçîì ÿ äåêëàðèðóþ ñâîþ æèçíü
And leave it up to faith to go by its own will
È ñòàâëþ ýòî íà âåðó , ðóêîâîäñòâóÿñü ïðèçíàíèÿìè ?
Back row to the left
Ïîñëåäíèé ðÿä ñëåâà
A little to the side
Íåìíîãî â ñòîðîíó
Slightly out of place
Íåìíîãî íå íà ìåñòå.
Look beyond the light
Ïîñìîòðè çà ïðåäåëû ñâåòà
Where you'd least expect
Ãäå ìåíüøå âñåãî òû ìîæåøü îæèäàòü ,
There's someone special
Êîãî-íèáóäü îñîáåííîãî .
A foggy morning greets me quietly today
Ñåãîäíÿ òóìàííîå óòðî âñòðå÷àåò ìåíÿ , áåçìÿòåæíîñòüþ .
I smell a fragrance in the wind blowing my way
 äûõàíèè âåòðà ÿ ÷óâñòâóþ çàïàõ, äóþùèé â ìîþ ñòðîíó ,
And ever further I run to find her
È òîëüêî ïîìîãàåò â ìî¸ì áåãå , ÷òîáû ðàçûñêàòü å¸ .
I yearn to define my life
ß õî÷ó îïðåäåëèòüñÿ â ñâîåé æèçíè ,
Placing my faith in chance to meet me in half way
Âêëþ÷àÿ ñâîþ âåðó è âîçìîæíîñòü âñòðåòèòüñÿ ñî ìíîé íà ïîëïóòè .
Back row to the left
Ïîñëåäíèé ðÿä ñëåâà
A little to the side
Íåìíîãî â ñòîðîíó
Slightly out of place
Íåìíîãî íå íà ìåñòå
Look beyond the light
Ïîñìîòðè çà ïðåäåëû ñâåòà
Where you'd least expect
Ãäå ìåíüøå âñåãî òû ìîæåøü îæèäàòü ,
There's someone special
Êîãî-íèáóäü îñîáåííîãî .
And she's here to write her name
È îíà çäåñü ,íàïèøè å¸ èìÿ
On my skin with kisses in the rain
Íà ìîåé êîæå,âìåñòå ñ ïîöåëóÿìè , ïîä äîæä¸ì .
Hold my head and ease my pain
Çàéìè ìîþ ãîëîâó è îñâîáîäè îò áîëè
In a world that's gone insane...
 ìèðå, êîòîðûé ñîøåë ñ óìà...
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