Ìî¸ ò¸ìíîå áåñïîêîéñòâî.
Night, the world, it’s mine, with nobody else out here
Íî÷ü, âñåëåííàÿ, ýòî ìî¸, òàê êàê òàì íèêîãî
It’s time, run wild and royally cavalier
Ñàìîå âðåìÿ ñáåæàòü íåîáóçäàííûì è âåëèêîëåïíûì âñàäíèêîì.
To burn, ignite, I’d do it for so much less
Ñïðîâîöèðîâàòü, ñæå÷ü, ÿ áû ñäåëàë ýòî íåçíà÷èòåëüíûì
When all is made clear there is nothing else
Êîãäà âñ¸ ñòàíîâèòñÿ ÿñíûì, íè÷åãî íå ïîäåëàåøü
And here we stand, the sweet arresting duality
È ìû íàõîäèìñÿ çäåñü, ñëàäêàÿ , çàõâàòûâàþùàÿ äâîéñòâåííîñòü
And I come to, it’s resin all over me
È ÿ ïðèõîæó, ïîêðûòûé âåñü ýòîé ñìîëîé.
Will I awake, will I get a ride with you
ß ïðîñíóñü, ÿ ïîåäó ñ òîáîé ?
In this race of two
 ýòîé ãîíêå äâóõ.
We’re an endless stream of choices
Ìû áåñêîíå÷íûé ïîòîê âàðèàíòîâ
We’re the softest murmur of voices
Ìû - ñàìûé íåæíûé ø¸ïîò ãîëîñîâ
Without names we’re fantasising
Ìû ôàíòàçèðóåì áåç èì¸í.
Dancing like flames, mesmerising
Òàíöóÿ, êàê ïëàìÿ, çàâîðàæèâàåì
My dark disquiet playing such eerie harmonies
Ìî¸ ò¸ìíîå áåñïîêîéñòâî èãðàåò ñ òàêîé æóòêîé ñîãëàñîâàííîñòüþ,
Making waves and diving under
Ñîçäà¸ò ïðîáëåìû è òîïèò,
Lightning to the sound of thunder
Ìîëíèåíîñòíî, ïîä çâóêè óãðîç.
My dark disquiet singing such haunting melodies
Ìî¸ ò¸ìíîå áåñïîêîéñòâî ïî¸ò òàêèå íàâÿç÷èâûå ìåëîäèè.
So white, so still, so bright, it’s almost too painful now
Òàêîå áåëîå, ñïîêîéíîå, ÿðêîå, ñåãîäíÿ ýòî ñëèøêîì ñëîæíî è áîëåçíåííî.
I’m ready to fight, to run from the light
ß ãîòîâ ñðàæàòüñÿ, áåæàòü îò ñâåòà
And here now comes the sweet corrupting reality
È çäåñü òåïåðü ñàìàÿ ñëàäêàÿ ðàçâðàùàþùàÿ ðåàëüíîñòü.
While now I’m free, will I once cease to be
Íåñìîòðÿ íà òî, ÷òî çäåñü ÿ ñâîáîäåí, îäíàæäû ÿ ïåðåñòàíó áûòü òàì.
Will I awake, will I get a ride with you
ß ïðîñíóñü, ÿ ïîåäó ñ òîáîé ?
In this race of two
 ãîíêå äâóõ.
We are momentary masters
Ìû ñèþìèíóòíûå ìàñòåðà
We’re false kings and bastards
Ìû ëæèâûå êîðîëè è ìåðçàâöû
Without names we’re fantasising…
Ìû ôàíòàçèðóåì áåç èì¸í...
We are marionettes by strings animated
Ìû ìàðèîíåòêè íà àíèìèðîâàííûõ íèòÿõ
Yet like lovers of strings liberated
Òåì íå ìåíåå, ñëîâíî âîçëþáëåííûå íà îñâîáîæä¸ííûõ íèòÿõ
Without names we’re fantasising…
Ìû ôàíòàçèðóåì áåç èì¸í...
Brothers by blood separated
Ðàçäåë¸ííûå áðàòüÿ ïî êðîâè
Marionettes animated
Àíèìèðîâàííûå ìàðèîíåòêè
Lovers of strings liberated
Ëþáîâíèêè îñâîáîæä¸ííûõ íèòåé.
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