Íè÷òî íå îñòà¸òñÿ ïðåæíèì .
I’ve talked to the ladies down the walk
ß ðàçãîâàðèâàë ñî ñïóñêàþùèìèñÿ ëåäè íà ïðîãóëêå
I’ve drunk in tattoos that have brought the world to my eyes
ß ïüÿíûé â òàòóèðîâêàõ , ïîâëèÿâøèå íà ìèð ñ ìîèìè ãëàçàìè .
Understanding opens doors
Ñïîñîáíîñòü ïîíèìàòü îòêðûâàåò äâåðè ,
to the intricate weave of how good tomorrow could be
ê çàìûñëîâàòîìó ñïëåòåíèþ òîãî , íàñêîëüêî õîðîøèì ìîæåò áûòü çàâòðà .
Been doused in elixir to numb my pains
Áûë îáëèò ýëèêñèðîì ,÷òîáû ïðèòóïèòü áîëü
And black and white thoughts have all bowed to me
È âñå ÷¸ðíî-áåëûå ìûñëè ïðåêëîíèëèñü ìíå
As I’ve walked through their unlit corridors
Êîãäà ÿ ïðîø¸ë ÷åðåç èõ ò¸ìíûå êîðèäîðû.
And weak as I am you’re like an angel standing by me
È ñëàáûé ,êàê ÿ , òû ñëîâíî àíãåë,ïîääåðæèâàåøü ìåíÿ .
When sorrow calls my name
Êîãäà ïå÷àëü íàçûâàåò ìî¸ èìÿ
I know nothing stays the same
ß çíàþ , íè÷òî íå îñòà¸òñÿ ïðåæíèì .
I’ve talked to the men of high regard
ß ðàçãîâàðèâàë ñ ëþäüìè ñ âûñîêîé îöåíêîé
In rooms ever white and my soul grew dark by their words
 êîìíàòàõ âñåãäà áåëûõ è ìîÿ äóøà òåìíåëà îò èõ ñëîâ .
Softly sweet as kissing lips
Ìÿãêî - ñëàäêèå ,êàê ïîöåëóè
A kaleidoscope of no consolation at all
Êàëåéäîñêîï íå óòåøåíèå äëÿ âñåõ .
I’ve bargained my bit with fate and all
ß äîãîâîðèëñÿ î ñâîåé äîëè ñ ñóäüáîé è âñåìè
With no preconceptions of immortality
Áåç ïðåäðàññóäêîâ î áåññìåðòèè.
I rolled the dice uncompromised
Áåñêîìïðîìèññíî ÿ áðîñèë êîñòè
And lost as I am you’re my good samaritan
È ïîòåðÿë , êàê ÿ , òû ìîé äîáðûé ñàìàðèòÿíèí .
When sorrow calls my name
Êîãäà ïå÷àëü íàçûâàåò ìî¸ èìÿ
I know nothing stays the same
ß çíàþ , íè÷òî íå îñòà¸òñÿ ïðåæíèì .
*
ïåðåâîä ìîé è Google/ îðèãèíàëüíûé òåêñò ãðóïïû "POTF".