Êîðîëü äóðàêîâ.
I worry that I can’t give you what you need
Ìåíÿ âîëíóåò, ÷òî ÿ íå ñìîãó äàòü âàì òî, ÷òî âàì íóæíî
That you’ll find nothing underneath the peel
Ïîä êîðêîé âû íè÷åãî íå îáíàðóæèòå
That I can’t undo the times we disagreed
È ÿ íå ñìîãó îòìåíèòü âðåìåíà íàøèõ ðàçíîãëàñèé
That I can’t ignore the way I feel
Íî ÿ íå ìîãó èãíîðèðîâàòü òî, ÷òî ÷óâñòâóþ
Cos what I feel is the only truth I know
Ïîòîìó ÷òî çíàþ òî, ÷òî ÿ ÷óâñòâóþ ÿâëÿåòñÿ åäèíñòâåííîé ïðàâäîé
And I get by on this naivete of youth
È ìíå íðàâèòüñÿ ýòà íàèâíîñòü ìîëîäîñòè
If what I feel is the only truth
Åñëè òî, ÷òî ÿ ÷óâñòâóþ åäèíñòâåííàÿ ïðàâäà
And what I give out will make up what I’ll receive
È òî, ÷òî ÿ äàì ïðîïîðöèîíàëüíî òîìó, ÷òî ÿ ïîëó÷ó
Can I leave behind my naivete of youth?
Ìîãó ëè ÿ îòïóñòèòü ñâîþ íàèâíîñòü ìîëîäîñòè ?
Will I be crucified for wanting to believe?
Áóäó ëè ÿ çàìó÷åí çà æåëàíèå âåðèòü ?
I believe
ß âåðþ
Could you hold us up if I would drag us down?
Åñëè áû ÿ ïîòàùèë íàñ âíèç, íàñ áû óäåðæàëè îò ýòîãî ?
Resurrect emotions from our past
Âîñêðåñøèå ýìîöèè èç ïðîøëîãî
N’ if they had a king for fools would you wear the crown?
Òîëüêî åñëè áû ó íèõ áûë êîðîëü äóðàêîâ, òû áû íàäåë ýòó êîðîíó?
Build us up again and make us last
Âîñêðåñè íàñ è çàáóäü
Cos what I feel is the only truth for me
Ïîòîìó ÷òî äëÿ ìåíÿ òî, ÷òî ÿ ÷óâñòâóþ ÿâëÿåòñÿ åäèíñòâåííîé ïðàâäîé
And I get by on this naivete of youth
È ìíå íðàâèòüñÿ ýòà íàèâíîñòü ìîëîäîñòè
If what I feel is the only truth
Åñëè òî, ÷òî ÿ ÷óâñòâóþ åäèíñòâåííàÿ ïðàâäà
And what I give out will make up what I’ll receive
È òî, ÷òî ÿ äàì ïðîïîðöèîíàëüíî òîìó, ÷òî ïîëó÷ó
Can I still leave behind my naivete of youth?
Ìîãó ëè ÿ âñ¸ æå îñòàâèòü ñâîþ íàèâíîñòü ìîëîäîñòè?
Will I be crucified for wanting to believe?
Áóäó ëè ÿ çàìó÷åí çà æåëàíèå âåðèò ?
I believe
ß âåðþ
And if we don’t worry about a thing
È åñëè ìû íå áóäåì ïåðåæèâàòü î ÷¸ì-òî
Will we be sorry when the rain is falling again
Áóäåì ëè ìû ñîæàëåòü, ÷òî ñíîâà ïîø¸ë äîæäü ?
And what does it matter
È êàêàÿ ðàçíèöà
If fortune should favor
Åñëè ôîðòóíà äîëæíà áëàãîâîëèòü
It’s never the final amen
È ýòî äàëåêî íå ôèíàë. Àìèíü.
If what I feel is the only truth
Åñëè òî, ÷òî ÿ ÷óâñòâóþ åäèíñòâåííàÿ ïðàâäà
And what I give out will make up what I’ll receive
È òî, ÷òî ÿ äàì ïðîïîðöèîíàëüíî òîìó, ÷òî ÿ ïîëó÷ó
Can I still leave behind my naivete of youth?
Ìîãó ëè ÿ âñ¸ æå îñòàâèòü ñâîþ íàèâíîñòü ìîëîäîñòè?
Will I be crucified for wanting to believe?
Áóäó ëè ÿ çàìó÷åí çà æåëàíèå âåðèò ?
I believe
ß âåðþ
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