Ðîçû.
I’ve walked the distance, I paid my dues
ß ïðîø¸ë ïóòü, çàïëàòèë ïî ñ÷åòàì
And tried to have a go at what I thought I knew was real
È ïûòàëñÿ ïîïðîáîâàòü òî, ÷òî, êàê ÿ äóìàë çíàë
Held no appeal
Íå ïîëüçóÿñü ïîïóëÿðíîñòüþ
I’ve been to places, I’ve seen the tidings
ß ïîáûâàë â ðàçíûõ ìåñòàõ, ÿ ïðîñìîòðåë èíôîðìàöèþ
I bought a book of rules for every coin that I could steal
ß êóïèë êíèãó ïðàâèë äëÿ êàæäîé ìîíåòû, êîòîðîé ìîã îâëàäåòü
And so I came to gaze upon the stars
È ïîýòîìó ÿ ïðèø¸ë âçãëÿíóòü íà çâ¸çäû
When they were yet unborn
Êîãäà èõ òàì åù¸ íåò
And consequently, tear at my old scars
È ñëåäîâàòåëüíî, íåëüçÿ ïîâðåäèòü ìîè ñòàðûå øðàìû
And the mask I had outworn
È ìàñêó, êîòîðàÿ íà ìíå äàâíî
So when I’m crying alone
Ïîýòîìó ìíå ïëîõî â îäèíî÷åñòâå
Yeah, when I’m cold as a dying stone
Äà, õîëîäíî, êàê óìèðàþùåìó çâóêó øàãîâ
Grow me a garden of roses
Âûðàñòè ìíå ñàä ðîç
Paint me the colors of sky and rain
Íàðèñóé ìåíÿ êðàñêàìè íåáà è äîæäÿ
( Ðàñêðàñü ìåíÿ ïðîçðà÷íûìè êðàñêàìè ëàçóðè)
Teach me to speak with their voices
Íàó÷è ìåíÿ ãîâîðèòü èõ ãîëîñàìè
Show me the way and I’ll try again
Óêàæè ìíå äîðîãó è ÿ ïîïðîáóþ ñíîâà
I’ve heard the rumors, started fires
ß ñëûøàë ñëóõè ïîðàæäàþùèå ïîæàð
I sowed a sordid lot of plays for keeps for what I need
È êàê íåîáõîäèìîñòü, ÿ ñî÷èíèë íåñêîëüêî ãðÿçíûõ èñòîðèé
Behold the demons that I freed
Êàê ñëåäñòâèå, ÿ âûïóñòèë äåìîíîâ
I’ve tried my best at wearing the hard hat
ß î÷åíü ñòàðàëñÿ êàçàòüñÿ "óìíûì"
But healing doesn’t seem to happen
Íî èñöåëåíèÿ,êàæåòñÿ, íå ïðîèñõîäèò
When you hide away the seed
Êîãäà òû äîëãî ïðÿ÷åøüñÿ
And so I came across the medicine man
È òàê ÿ íàòêíóëñÿ íà ëåêàðÿ
And he showed me what I’d forlorn
È îí ïîêàçàë ìíå, íàñêîëüêî ÿ íåñ÷àñòåí
For if I’m stayed it happens by my own hand
Èáî,åñëè îñòàíóñü, ÿ ñäåëàþ ýòî ñîáñòâåííîðó÷íî
And my own voice full of scorn
È ìîé íàñìåøëèâûé ãîëîñ
So when I’m crying alone
Ïîýòîìó ìíå ïëîõî â îäèíî÷åñòâå
Yeah, when I’m cold as a dying stone
Äà, õîëîäíî, êàê óìèðàþùåìó çâóêó øàãîâ
Grow me a garden of roses
Âûðàñòè ìíå ñàä ðîç
Paint me the colors of sky and rain
Íàðèñóé ìåíÿ êðàñêàìè íåáà è äîæäÿ
Teach me to speak with their voices
Íàó÷è ìåíÿ ãîâîðèòü èõ ãîëîñàìè
Show me the way and I’ll try again
Óêàæè ìíå äîðîãó è ÿ ïîïðîáóþ ñíîâà
Without you I’m nothing at all
Áåç òåáÿ ÿ ñîâåðøåííî ïîòåðÿí ( íèêòî )
And life has the face of a morbid game
È æèçíü ñëîâíî ìðà÷íàÿ èãðà
With you nothing seems impossible
Ñ òîáîé íåò íè÷åãî íåâîçìîæíîãî
It all seems to fit the frame
È âñ¸ ýòî êàæåòñÿ ïîäñòàâîé
So when I’m crying alone
Ïîýòîìó ìíå ïëîõî â îäèíî÷åñòâå
Yeah, when I’m cold as a dying stone
Äà, õîëîäíî, êàê óìèðàþùåìó çâóêó øàãîâ
Grow me a garden of roses
Âûðàñòè ìíå ñàä ðîç
Paint me the colors of sky and rain
Íàðèñóé ìåíÿ êðàñêàìè íåáà è äîæäÿ
Teach me to speak with their voices
Íàó÷è ìåíÿ ãîâîðèòü èõ ãîëîñàìè
Show me the way and I’ll try again
Óêàæè ìíå äîðîãó è ÿ ïîïðîáóþ ñíîâà
*Ïåðåâîä ìîé è Google / îðèãèíàëüíûé òåêñò ãðóïïû '' Poets of the Fall ''.