Âîéíà.
Do you remember standing on a broken field
Òû ïîìíèøü , êàê ñòîÿë íà ðàçëîìàííîì ïîëå
White crippled wings beating the sky
Áåëûìè èçëîìàííûìè êðûëüÿìè ñòó÷àòüñÿ â íåáåñà
The harbingers of war with their nature revealed
Âåñòíèêè âîéíû ïðîÿâÿò ñâîþ ñóùíîñòü
And our chances flowing by
È íàøè òåêóùèå øàíñû.
If I can let the memory heal
Åñëè ÿ ñìîãó èñöåëèòü âîñïîìèíàíèÿ
I will remember you with me on that field
ß áóäó ïîìíèòü íàñ íà ýòîì ïîëå .
When I thought that I fought this war alone
Êîãäà ÿ äóìàë , ÷òî íà÷àë ýòó âîéíó â îäèíî÷êó
You were there by my side on the frontline
Òû áûëà òàì , ðÿäîì ñî ìíîé ,íà ïåðåäîâîé .
When I thought that I fought without a cause
Êîãäà ÿ äóìàë , ÷òî ñðàæàþñü áåç ïðè÷èíû
You gave me a reason to try
Òû ïîñòàðàëàñü äàòü ìíå ïîâîä .
Turn the page I need to see something new
Ïåðåâåðíè ñòðàíèöó, ÿ äîëæåí óâèäåòü ÷òî-òî íîâîå
For now my innocence is torn
Ïîêà ìîÿ íåâèííîñòü íå ðàçîðâàíà .
We cannot linger on this stunted view
Ìû íå ìîæåì òåðÿòü âðåìÿ , íà ýòîé òî÷êå çðåíèÿ ,
Like rabid dogs of war
Êàê áåøåíûå ïñû âîéíû.
I will let the memory heal
ß ïîçâîëþ ïàìÿòè èçëå÷èòüñÿ .
I will remember you with me on that field
ß áóäó ïîìíèòü íàñ íà ýòîì ïîëå .
When I thought that I fought this war alone
Êîãäà ÿ äóìàë , ÷òî íà÷àë ýòó âîéíó â îäèíî÷êó
You were there by my side on the frontline
Òû áûëà òàì , ðÿäîì ñî ìíîé , íà ïåðåäîâîé .
And we fought to believe the impossible
È ìû ñðàæàëèñü , âåðÿ â íåâîçìîæíîå
When I thought that I fought this war alone
Êîãäà ÿ äóìàë , ÷òî íà÷àë ýòó âîéíó â îäèíî÷êó
We were one with our destinies entwined
Ìû áûëè åäèíû , ñ íàøèìè ïåðåïëåò¸ííûìè ñóäüáàìè .
When I thought that I fought without a cause
Êîãäà ÿ äóìàë , ÷òî ñðàæàþñü áåç ïðè÷èíû
You gave me the reason why
Òû îò÷åãî-òî äàëà ìíå ïîâîä.
With no-one wearing their real face
Íåñìîòðÿ íà òî , ÷òî íèêòî íå íîñèò ñâîèõ ðåàëüíûõ ëèö
It’s a whiteout of emotion
Ýòî ïîëíîå óíè÷òîæåíèå ýìîöèé .
And I’ve only got my brittle bones to break the fall
È ó ìåíÿ åñòü òîëüêî ìîè õðóïêèå êîñòè , ÷òîáû îñòàíîâèòü ïàäåíèå .
When the love in letters fade
Êîãäà ëþáîâü â ïèñüìàõ ïîáëåêíåò ,
It’s like moving in slow motion
Êàê áóäòî â çàìåäëåííîé ñú¸ìêå
And we’re already too late if we arrive at all
Íî äëÿ íàñ áóäåò ñëèøêîì ïîçäíî , åñëè ïðèä¸ì êî âñåìó ýòîìó.
And then we’re caught up in the arms race
È òîãäà ìû âòÿíåìñÿ â ãîíêó âîîðóæåíèé
An involuntary addiction
Íåâîëüíàÿ çàâèñèìîñòü .
And we’re shedding every value our mothers taught
È ìû áóäåì ñáðàñûâàòü êàæäóþ öåííîñòü , êîòîðîé ó÷èëè íàøè ìàòåðè
So will you please show me your real face
Òàê ÷òî , ïîæàëóéñòà , ïîêàæè ìíå ñâî¸ íàñòîÿùåå ëèöî
Draw the line in the horizon
Íàðèñóé ëèíèþ ãîðèçîíòà.
Cos I only need your name to call the reasons why I fought
Ïîòîìó ÷òî ìíå íåîáõîäèìî òîëüêî òâî¸ èìÿ , ÷òîáû íàçâàòü ïðè÷èíû , ïî êîòîðûì ÿ ñðàæàëñÿ .
When I thought that I fought this war alone…
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