Áàëëàäà î Äæåðåìàéå õðàíèòåëå ìèðà.
He stares out the window, blank as a canvas
Îí ñìîòðèò â îêíî, ÷èñòûé, ñëîâíî õîëñò
Made up in the sunlight and swirling smoke and ash
Ïðèäóìàííûé â ñîëíå÷íîì ñâåòå è âèõðå äûìà è ïåïëà
He waits for a breath
Îí æä¸ò, ÷òîáû ñäåëàòü âäîõ
Now, taking his time, he sees an eternity in a blink of an eye
È îòíûíå, ïðèíÿâ ñåáÿ, îí âèäèò âå÷íîñòü â êàæäîì ìãíîâåíèè
And for him this life is made of time and choices
À äëÿ íåãî ýòà æèçíü ñäåëàíà èç ìîìåíòîâ è ðåøåíèé
And endless blend of vistas painted bright with memories
È áåñêîíå÷íîé ñìåñè ïåðñïåêòèâ, îêðàøåííûõ ÿðêèìè âîñïîìèíàíèÿìè
The here and now will bow to him to only serve one purpose
Çäåñü è ñåé÷àñ ïðåêëîíÿòñÿ ïåðåä íèì, ñëóæà îäíîé öåëè
To keep your peace
×òîáû ñîõðàíèòü òâîé ïîêîé
He takes on the world all in a stride, and your wounds will be his scars
Îí áåð¸ò íà ñåáÿ âåñü ìèð è òâîè ðàíû áóäóò åãî øðàìàìè
So won't you remember when the night comes
Ïîýòîìó êîãäà ïðèä¸ò íî÷ü, òû íè÷åãî íå áóäåøü ïîìíèòü
He will need your open arms
Åìó ïîíàäîáÿòñÿ òâîè îáúÿòüÿ
For to be invincible, he needs your love
×òîáû áûòü íåóÿçâèìûì, åìó íóæíà òâîÿ ëþáîâü
He stands in the doorway, quiet like yesterday
Îí ñòîèò â äâåðÿõ, òèõèé, ñëîâíî óøåäøèé äåíü
With forgotten thoughts become a mystery and nightmares locked away
Ñ çàáûòûìè ìûñëÿìè, êîòîðûå ñíîâà ñòàíîâÿòñÿ òàéíîé è çàïåðòûìè íî÷íûìè êîøìàðàìè
He looks like a gunman, but his view is much too wide
Îí ïîõîæ íà ïðåñòóïíèêà, íî ñ øèðîêèìè âçãëÿäàìè
For such a solution, so he fights without a six gun on his side
Ðàäè òàêîãî óðåãóëèðîâàíèÿ, îí ñðàæàëñÿ áåçîðóæíûì
And all the while his stars and moon shine brightly
È âñ¸ ýòî âðåìÿ åãî çâ¸çäû è ëóíà ÿðêî ñèÿþò
Outside the desert wails a curse of rage and jealousy
Çà ïðåäåëàìè æå ïóñòûíè ñòîíóò ïðîêëÿòèÿ çëîñòè è ðåâíîñòè
And yet tomorrow comes along and shifts to serve his purpose
È âñ¸ æå çàâòðà íàñòóïàåò è èçìåíÿåòñÿ, ñëóæà åãî öåëè
To keep your peace
×òîáû ñîõðàíèòü òâîé ïîêîé
He takes on the world all in a stride...
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* Ïåðåâîä ìîé è Google / îðèãèíàëüíûé òåêñò ãðóïïû '' Poets of the Fall ''.