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POTF - Dawn (àëüáîì "Carnival of Rust" 2006).

Äíåâíèê

Ïîíåäåëüíèê, 18 Ñåíòÿáðÿ 2017 ã. 01:54 + â öèòàòíèê
Ðàññâåò

When darkness is no less than everything
Êîãäà òüìà âàæíà íå ìåíüøå, ÷åì âñ¸ îñòàëüíîå

you've built become undone
Òû ïîãóáèøü òî ,÷òî ïîñòðîèë

There's no fight and no flight,
Òàì íåëüçÿ îòñòóïèòü è óáåæàòü,

disaster leaves your passion overrun
Íåñ÷àñòüÿ ïåðåïîëíÿþò âàñ ãíåâîì.

It's time to let go, it's time to carry on with the show
Ïðèøëî âðåìÿ óéòè è ïðîâåñòè øîó.

Don't mourn what is gone, greet the dawn
Íå ïå÷àëüñÿ î òîì , ÷òî óøëî,ïðèâåòñòâóé ðàññâåò

N' I will be standing by your side
Íî ìåíÿ íå áóäåò ðÿäîì ñ òîáîé.

Together we'll face the turning tide
Âìåñòå ìû âñòðåòèìñÿ íà ïåðåêð¸ñòêå âðåìåíè

Remembrance can be a sentence,
Ïîäàðîê ìîæåò ñòàòü ïðèãîâîðîì,

but it comes to you with a second chance in tow
Íî îí ïðèõîäèò ê òåáå ñ ïîñëåäíèì øàíñîì

Don't lose it, don't refuse it,
Íå òåðÿéòå åãî , íå îòâåðãàéòå åãî,

cos you cannot learn a thing you think you know
Òû íå íàó÷èøüñÿ , ïîòîìó ÷òî äóìàåøü,÷òî çíàåøü.

A new light is warm, shining down on you after the storm
Íî ïîñëå øòîðìà âû óâèäèòå íîâûé ðàññâåò,ñèÿþùèé è ò¸ïëûé

Don't mourn what is gone, greet the dawn
Íå ïå÷àëüñÿ î òîì,÷òî óøëî,ïðèâåòñòâóé ðàññâåò

N' I will be standing by your side
Íî ìåíÿ íå áóäåò ðÿäîì ñ òîáîé.

Together we'll face the turning tide.
Âìåñòå ìû âñòðåòèìñÿ íà ïåðåêð¸ñòêå âðåìåíè.


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Ïåðåâîä ìîé è Google.
Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì "Carnival of Rust" 2006

Ìåòêè:  

POTF - Moonlight Kissed (àëüáîì "Clearview" 2016)

Äíåâíèê

Âòîðíèê, 19 Ñåíòÿáðÿ 2017 ã. 03:19 + â öèòàòíèê
Ïîöåëîâàííûé ëóíîé .

I see shadow and light stroking the mist
ß âèæó ñâåò è òåíü ëàñêàþùèé òóìàí

and I hear voices take flight and send out our wish
è ß ñëûøó ãîëîñà , êîòîðûå óëåòàþò è ïåðåäàþò íàøå æåëàíèå

of peaceful dreams on a night moonlight kissed
òèõîé ìå÷òû î íî÷è , ïîöåëîâàííîé ëóíîé .

Tendrils of smoke lash the street and shamelessly court
Çàâèòêè äûìà ñâÿçûâàþò óëèöó è áåççàñòåí÷èâî ñóäÿò,

disguised honey sweet to cater all sorts
çàìàñêèðîâàííûõ è ñëàäêèõ, íà óäîâëåòâîðåíèå ðàçíûõ öåëåé .

and hushed tones all agree and the world distorts
è âñå ñîãëàñíû ïðèãëóøèòü çâóêè , íî ìèð èñêàæàåòñÿ .

Wishing on a speck of dust in this crazy ocean of fate,
Ïûëèíêè æåëàþùèå , â ýòîì ñóìàñøåäøåì îêåàíå ñóäüáû,

an echo of a memory and maybe just a little too late
îòãîëîñîê ïàìÿòè , íî âîçìîæíî ïðîñòî ñëèøêîì ïîçäíî .

Fingers of blue on the snow reaching to touch
Çàì¸ðçøèìè ïàëüöàìè íà ñíåãó ïûòàåøüñÿ êîñíóòüñÿ

the warm light still aglow across the porch
ò¸ïëîãî ñâåòà ïî-ïðåæíåìó ïûëàþùåãî ñêâîçü êðûëüöî .

We watch the scene die untold outside our window
Ìû íàáëþäàåì ñöåíó ñìåðòè ,íåîïèñóåìóþ,ñêâîçü íàøå îêíî

For my words are the salt of lust on that ivory skin,
Ìîè ñëîâà - ñîëü ñòðàñòè íà áëåäíîé êîæå ,

difficult to hear at all through the everyday din
èõ òðóäíî ïðèíÿòü ,ñêâîçü ïîâñåäíåâíûé øóì

What is this if not some witchcraft
×òî ýòî , åñëè íå êàêîå-òî êîëäîâñòâî .

wrapped up widdershins to lead us all astray,
Íàâåðõ ,ñ îá¸ðíóòûìè íîãàìè âåäóùèìè íàñ ïî ëîæíîìó ñëåäó,

hook in mouth, on through such webs of lies
ñ êðþêîì âî ðòó,÷åðåç îïðåäåë¸ííûå ïàóòèíû ëæè

truth's a distant star in our eyes moonlight kissed
çâåçäà äàë¸êîé èñòèíû â íàøèõ ãëàçàõ, ïîöåëîâàííûõ ëóíîé .

New day comes again and it laughs in our face
È îïÿòü íàñòóïàåò íîâûé äåíü è îí ñìå¸òñÿ íàä íàìè

whispering secrets of pain by all its names,
Øåï÷à ïî ñåêðåòó âñå èìåíà ñòðàäàíèé ,

what flame could burn out the stain of a life misplaced
êàêîå ïëàìÿ ìîæåò ñæå÷ü ïÿòíà íà æèçíè , êîòîðàÿ íå íà òîì ìåñòå .

But summer's scent still lingers in your hair,
Íî çàïàõ ëåòà òåì íå ìåíåå çàìåøêàëñÿ â òâîèõ âîëîñàõ ,

despite the ache there's magic everywhere
âîïðåêè áîëåçíè ,òàì ïîâñþäó ìàãèÿ .

Out the window run rebellion
Ñáåæàòü ÷åðåç îêíî ,ñëîâíî ìÿòåæíèê

rapt with all you find for seeking something new
ïîãëîù¸ííûé ñî âñåìè ïîèñêîì ÷åãî-òî íîâîãî .

Play in the ponds like summer's wind
Èãðàåøü â ïðóäó ,ïîäîáíî ëåòíåìó äóõó

Dance with trees melding with mist
Òàíöóåøü ñ äåðåâüÿìè , ñëèâàÿñü ñ òóìàíîì ,

beyond their flower field like you're moonlight kissed
çà ïðåäåëàìè öâåòî÷íûõ ïîëåé , ñëîâíî ïîöåëîâàííûé ëóíîé .

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ïåðåâîä ìîé è Google.
Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì "Clearview" 2016

Ìåòêè:  

POTF - 15 Min Flame (àëüáîì "Twilight Theater" 2010)

Äíåâíèê

Âîñêðåñåíüå, 24 Ñåíòÿáðÿ 2017 ã. 02:54 + â öèòàòíèê
15 ìèíóò ñëàâû .

The reaper's kneeling at your field taking in what you've sown
Ïðåêëîí¸ííûé æíåö íà âàøåì ïîëå áåð¸ò òî , ÷òî âû ïîñåÿëè

Can't help feeling apprehension
Íå ìîãó èçáàâèòüñÿ îò îùóùåíèÿ îïàñíîñòè

No point in waiting, for a rating for what you have grown
Íåò ñìûñëà æäàòü îöåíêè òîãî , ÷òî âû âûðàñòèëè

Look for liquid consolation
Î÷åâèäíûé ïîèñê óòåøåíèÿ .

If I act accordingly will it save my humanity
Åñëè ÿ áóäó âåñòè ñåáÿ ñîîòâåòñòâåííî , ýòî ñïàñ¸ò ìîþ ÷åëîâå÷íîñòü

You're either you or a loyalty disowned
Ýòî ëþáîé èç âàñ èëè îòðåêóñü îò ëîÿëüíîñòè

Well excuse me
×òî æ, ïðîñòè ìåíÿ...

Who was it who wanted every sec of the fifteen minute flame of fame
Êòî æå , êòî õî÷åò 15 ìèíóò ñëàâû êàæäóþ ñåêóíäó ?

A name to last for all eternity
È èìåíè äëÿ Âå÷íîñòè ?

Who was it who wanted ingratiation beyond definitions
Êòî ýòî áóäåò , êòî çàõî÷åò çà ïðåäåëû îïðåäåëåíèé

When love alone is enough to set you free
Êîãäà äîñòàòî÷íî îäíîé ëþáâè , äëÿ âàøåé ñâîáîäû .

No escaping though you're running, you cannot find home
Îäíàêî íå èçáåãàéòå òîãî , ÷òî èç-çà ðàáîòû ,íå ìîæåòå îáðåñòè äîìà

Drowning in your desperation
Âû â îò÷àÿíèè .

Conviction seems to follow accusations alone
Óáåæä¸ííîñòü îáâèíåíèé â òîì ,

No place here for an easy redemption
Çäåñü íåò ìåñòà äëÿ ïðîñòîãî âûêóïà

If I lack your tears of joy, please forgive my heartless ploy
Åñëè ÿ íóæäàþñü â âàøèõ ñëåçàõ ðàäîñòè , ïðîñòèòå ìîþ áåçæàëîñòíóþ óëîâêó

Said the fool to his majesty dethroned
Óïîìÿíóòûé äóðàê ñâåðãíóò åãî æå âåëè÷èåì

Now excuse me
Òåïåðü ïðîñòè ìåíÿ...

Who was it who wanted every sec of the fifteen minute flame
Êòî æå , êòî õî÷åò 15 ìèíóò ñëàâû êàæäóþ ñåêóíäó?

To name a love to last through all your infamy
Èìÿ ïîñëåäíåé ëþáâè , êîòîðàÿ ïðèâåëà âàñ ê äóðíîé ñëàâå

Who was it who wanted ingratiation in their definitions
Êòî æå , êòî õî÷åò îïðåäåëèòüñÿ ?

When name alone can jail eternally
Êîãäà ëèøü èìÿ ìîæåò íàâå÷íî çàêëþ÷èòü â òþðüìó .

Who was it who wanted every sec of the flame
Êòî æå , êòî çàõî÷åò ãîðåòü êàæäóþ ñåêóíäó ?

Who was it who wanted every sec of the fifteen minute flame of fame
Êòî æå , êòî õî÷åò 15 ìèíóò ñëàâû êàæäóþ ñåêóíäó ?

A name to last for all eternity
È èìåíè äëÿ Âå÷íîñòè .

Who was it who wanted ingratiation beyond definitions
Êòî ýòî áóäåò , êòî çàõî÷åò çà ïðåäåëû îïðåäåëåíèé ?

When love alone is enough to set you free
Êîãäà äîñòàòî÷íî îäíîé ëþáâè , ÷òîáû îñâîáîäèòü âàñ .

Ïåðåâîä ìîé è GOOGLE
Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì "Twilight Theater" 2010

Ìåòêè:  

POTF - Shadow Play (àëüáîì "Clearview" 2016).

Äíåâíèê

Ñðåäà, 27 Ñåíòÿáðÿ 2017 ã. 03:05 + â öèòàòíèê
Èãðà òåíåé

I can feel it in the air, I can feel it young and strong
ß ÷óâñòâóþ ýòî â âîçäóõå , ÿ ÷óâñòâóþ ìîëîäîñòü è ðåøèòåëüíîñòü

Like an intoxicating dare
Ïîäîáíî îïüÿíÿþùåìó âûçîâó

For some residue of joy, simple pleasures and delights
Äëÿ îäíèõ îñòàòêè ðàäîñòè , ïðîñòî íàñëàæäåíèå è âîñòîðã

Would you buy that ruthless ploy, would you buy that ploy
Âû áû êóïèëèñü íà ýòó áåçæàëîñòíóþ óëîâêó , âû áû êóïèëèñü íà óëîâêó ?

Mark my words it's not quite what you thought
Çàïîìíè ìîè ñëîâà , ýòî íå ñîâñåì òî, ÷òî òû ïîäóìàë

Shadow play
Èãðà òåíåé

Directed by you
Òû ðåæèññ¸ð

Love portrays Ms. Take
Ëþáîâü èçîáðàæàåò Ã-æà Òåé

The Oscar goes to hate
Îñêàð èñïûòûâàåò íåëîâêîñòü

Dragons slain
Äðàêîíû óáèòû

The princess rescued
Ïðèíöåññà ñïàñåíà

It's all what you create
Ýòî âñ¸ , ÷òî òû ñîçäàë

Your shadows will be played
Òâîè òåíè ñûãðàþò ðîëè .

And here now comes the sweet caress, unreality to guide us
Ñåé÷àñ è çäåñü íàñòóïèëî âðåìÿ ïðèëàñêàòü äîðîãèõ , âîîáðàæåíèå íàïðàâëÿåò íàñ

With a forceful righteousness
Ñ óáåäèòåëüíîé ïðàâåäíîñòüþ

And you can taste the kiss of death,
È òû ìîæåøü èñïûòàòü ïîöåëóé ñìåðòè

more divine than breath I know
Áîëüøå áîæåñòâåííîãî äëÿ âçäîõà , ÿ çíàþ

Always just the right address,
Âñåãäà òîëüêî âåðíîå îáðàùåíèå

just the right caress
Ïðîñòî , ÷òîáû ïðèëàñêàòü

Mark my words it's not quite what you thought
Çàïîìíè ìîè ñëîâà , ýòî íå ñîâñåì òî , ÷òî òû ïîäóìàë

Shadow play
Èãðà òåíåé

Directed by you
Òû ðåæèññ¸ð

Love portrays Ms. Take
Ëþáîâü èçîáðàæàåò Ã-æà Òåé

The Oscar goes to hate
Îñêàð èñïûòûâàåò íåëîâêîñòü

Dragons slain
Äðàêîíû óáèòû

The princess rescued
Ïðèíöåññà ñïàñåíà

It's all what you create
Ýòî âñ¸ , ÷òî òû ñîçäàë

Your shadows will be played
Òâîè òåíè ñûãðàþò ðîëè .

So this is what you think you need to play the game
Òàê ÷òî òû äóìàåøü , òåáå íåîáõîäèìî ñûãðàòü â èãðó

A pretty royal flush of second hand fame
Äîâîëüñòâîâàòüñÿ ñëàâîé âòîðîé ðóêè , â êîðîëåâñêîì ôëåøå

For proof of excellence, for critical acclaim
Äëÿ äîêàçàòåëüñòâà ïðåâîñõîäñòâà , äëÿ îïàñíûõ âîñòîðãîâ

Aloof preeminence preceding your pen name
Íàäìåííîå ïðåèìóùåñòâî ïåðåä òîáîé

Cliches of violence and off mark blame
Èçáèòûå ôðàçû î íàñèëèè , íî áåç ìåòêè âèíîâåí

Some character flaws to masticate the shame
Íåêîòîðûå íåäîñòàòêè õàðàêòåðà , ÷òîáû ïåðåæèòü ñòûä

Sex in a dress in a wide array
Âîçáóæäàòü â ïëàòüå , ïðè ìíîæåñòâå öåëåé
Sex in a suit, hello, happy birthday
Âîçáóæäàòü â êîñòþìå , ïðèâåò , ñ äí¸ì ðîæäåíèÿ

Mark my words it's never what you thought
Çàïîìíè ìîè ñëîâà , ýòî íå ñîâñåì òî , ÷òî òû ïîäóìàë

Shadow play
Èãðà òåíåé

Directed by you
Òû ðåæèññ¸ð

Love portrays Ms. Take
Ëþáîâü èçîáðàæàåò Ã-æà Òåé

The Oscar goes to hate
Îñêàð èñïûòûâàåò íåëîâêîñòü

Dragons slain
Äðàêîíû óáèòû

The princess rescued
Ïðèíöåññà ñïàñåíà

It's all what you create
Ýòî âñ¸ , ÷òî òû ñîçäàë

Your shadows will be played
Òâîè òåíè ñûãðàþò ðîëè .


Ïåðåâîä ìîé è Google
Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì "Clearview" 2016

Ìåòêè:  

POTF - The Child in Me (àëüáîì "Clearview" 2016).

Äíåâíèê

Ñóááîòà, 30 Ñåíòÿáðÿ 2017 ã. 03:03 + â öèòàòíèê
Äèòÿ âî ìíå .

Some people never settle for the one
Íåêîòîðûå ëþäè íèêîãäà íå óäîâëåòâîðÿòñÿ îäíîé

One love forever searching for the sun
Ìîÿ ëþáîâü âå÷íî â ïîèñêàõ ñîëíöà

Heat blasted faces, promises at dawn
Ãðàíè ðàçðóøåííûå çíîåì , óâåðåíèÿ íà ðàññâåòå

A constant flux of stages before they're gone
Íåèçìåííûé êàñêàä ïîòîêà , ïðåæäå, ÷åì îíè èñ÷åçíóò

How do you live so gracefully
Êàê âû òàê èçÿùíî æèâ¸òå ?

And would you show me
Âû áû ìíå ïîêàçàëè ?

How can I save the child in me
Êàê ÿ ìîãó ñîõðàíèòü ðåá¸íêà â ñåáå?

A world a child would see
Åãî æåëàíèå óâèäåòü ìèð

How do you fall so gracefully
Êàê âû òàê èçÿùíî ïàäàåòå ?

Serenity
Áåçìÿòåæíî

In a shattered world
 ðàçáèòîì ìèðå

The child in me
Ðåá¸íîê âî ìíå

Harlots by the half-moon, charlatans by wine
Íîâîëóííûå áëóäíèöû,îïüÿí¸ííûå øàðëàòàíû

Seeking out our pleasure, the sweet concubine
 ïîèñêàõ íàøåãî íàñëàæäåíèÿ , ìèëàÿ ëþáîâíèöà

That abrasive acquaintance, it's a wonder how we fawn
Ýòî ãðóáîå çíàêîìñòâî , è èíòåðåñíî êàê ìû ïîäëèçûâàåìñÿ

Stopping at these stations before they're gone
Îñòàíîâêè íà ýòèõ ïóíêòàõ , ïðåæäå, ÷åì îíè áóäóò ïîòåðÿíû

How do you live so gracefully...
Êàê âû òàê èçÿùíî æèâ¸òå ?..

I've been waiting, feel the love rebuilding
ß æäó , ÷óâñòâóÿ âîññòàíîâëåíèå ëþáâè

Off the edge now, falling down
Çà êðàé , ïàäàÿ âíèç

Cos I've been waiting, I've been biding my time
Ïîñêîëüêó ÿ æäàë ìîìåíòà , ÿ âûæèäàë ñâîé ñðîê

On the edge now, falling down
Íà êðàþ , ïàäàÿ âíèç

How do you live so gracefully...
Êàê âû òàê èçÿùíî æèâ¸òå ?..


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Ïåðåâîä ìîé è Google
Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì "Clearview" 2016

Ìåòêè:  

POTF -Shallow (àëüáîì "Signs of Life" 2005).

Äíåâíèê

Âîñêðåñåíüå, 01 Îêòÿáðÿ 2017 ã. 03:14 + â öèòàòíèê
Ïîâåðõíîñòíûé.

More in my face
×àùå íà ìî¸ì ëèöå ,

Than is my taste
Êðîìå ìîèõ ïðèñòðàñòèé .

I grow so weary I'll surrender
ß ñòàíîâëþñü íàñòîëüêî óñòàëûì , ÷òî ìîãó êàïèòóëèðîâàòü,

To what they say
Òàê ãîâîðÿò ,

Let them lead the way
Äàâàÿ èì èãðàòü âåäóùóþ ðîëü .

Till' I can no longer remember
Òîëüêî ÿ áîëüøå íå çàáóäó,

My darling dreams
ìîè çàâåòíûå ãð¸çû

Prewritten scenes
È óæå íàïèñàííûå ñöåíû .

Whatever felt my own
Íåçàâèñèìî îò ìîåãî ìíåíèÿ .

So to save face
×òîáû ñïàñòè ñâîþ ðåïóòàöèþ

I'll take my place
ß çàéìó òàêîå ìåñòî ,

Where I may safely feel alone
Ãäå ìîæåò ÿ ñïîêîéíî áóäó ÷óâñòâîâàòü , ÷òî îäèí .

Glad the waters are so shallow
Óòåøàåò , ÷òî ìîðå ìåëêîâîäíî ,

When the river runs so cold
Êîãäà ïîòîê òàêîé õîëîäíûé .

I'm quick to wait
ß âûæäó

Too slow to take
Ïîìåäëþ

They call me gracious for my patience
Îíè íàçûâàþò ìåíÿ äîáðûì , çà ìî¸ òåðïåíèå

And I feel proud
È ÿ ãîðæóñü,

Under that shroud
Ïîä ýòîé çàâåñîé ,

And all the while it's all evasion
È âñ¸ âðåìÿ , ýòî âñ¸ îòãîâîðêè .

Some humor here
Çäåñü îäèí þìîð ,

To fend off fear
îòãîíÿþùèé ñòðàõ .

And I'm a little more lost, oh dear
ß íåìíîãî çàïóòàëñÿ , ìîÿ ìèëàÿ .

So to save face
×òîáû ñïàñòè ñâîþ ðåïóòàöèþ

I'll hold my place
ß óäåðæó ñâî¸ ìåñòî ,

So I may safely feel alone...
×òîáû ÿ ìîã ñïîêîéíî ïîáûòü òàì â îäèíî÷åñòâå ...


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Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì "Signs of Life" 2005

Ìåòêè:  

POTF - Maybe Tomorrow Is a Better Day (àëüáîì "Carnival of Rust" 2006)

Äíåâíèê

Ïîíåäåëüíèê, 02 Îêòÿáðÿ 2017 ã. 03:57 + â öèòàòíèê
Ìîæåò áûòü, çàâòðà áóäåò ëó÷øèé äåíü.


I'd stay the hand of god, but the war is on your lips
ß îñòàíóñü íà ñòîðîíå áîãà, íî âîéíà íà òâî¸ì ïîðîãå

How can I brace myself for razor blades on whips
Êàê ìíå ïðèãîòîâèòü ñåáÿ ê ëåçâèÿì êíóòîâ .

When everything with meaning is shattered, broken, screaming
Êîãäà âñ¸ âàæíîå , ÷òî çíà÷èëî - ðàçáèòî ,èçëîìàíî,êðè÷èò

And I'm lost inside this darkness and I fear I won't survive
È ÿ ãèáíó âíóòðè ýòîãî ìðàêà è áîþñü , ÷òî íå óöåëåþ .

I could pray and trick with a double tongue, but the only fool here's me
ß ìîã ïðîñèòü è õèòðèòü , íåñìîòðÿ íà äâîéñòâåííîñòü ðå÷è , íî åäèíñòâåííûé îäóðà÷åííûé - ÿ

I choose the way to go, but the road won't set me free
ß âûáåðó ïðàâèëüíûé ïóòü , îäíàêî äîðîãà âðÿä ëè ìåíÿ îñâîáîäèò

Cos I wish you'd see me, baby, save me, I'm going crazy
Âåäü ÿ õî÷ó , ÷òîáû òû óâèäåëà ìåíÿ , äåòêà , ñïàñè ìåíÿ , ÿ ñõîæó ñ óìà

Tryin' to keep us real, keep us alive
Ïîïûòàéñÿ óäåðæàòü íàñ â ðåàëüíîñòè , ñîõðàíèòü íàñ

This day will die tonight and there ain't no exception
Ýòîò äåíü óìð¸ò ñåãîäíÿ íî÷üþ è íå ñòàíåò èñêëþ÷åíèåì

We shouldn't wait for nothing to wait for
Ìû íå äîëæíû æäàòü , íå÷åãî ïåðåæèäàòü

Love me in this fable, babe, my heart is in your hand
Ëþáè ìåíÿ â ýòîé ñêàçêå , äåòêà , ìî¸ ñåðäöå â òâîèõ ðóêàõ

Our time is waiting right outside your door
Íàøå âðåìÿ îæèäàåò ïðÿìî çà òâîåé äâåðüþ

And maybe tomorrow is a better day
È ìîæåò çàâòðà áóäåò ëó÷øèé äåíü

I do not deal the cards and I play a lousy hand
ß íå ðàçäàþ êàðòû è ÿ ïàðøèâûé èãðîê

I celebrate no victories and my promises are sand
ß íå ïðàçäíóþ ïîáåä è ìîè îáåùàíèÿ îñûïàþòñÿ

Against all this I contrast you, when all is lost the war is through
Âðàçðåç ñ ýòèì ñîïîñòàâëþ , êîãäà âñ¸ ïîòåðÿíî ,âîéíà ýòî ñðåäñòâî

Hey angel, dare the winds now we can fly
Ýé ,àíãåë , âûçîâè âåòåð è ìû ñìîæåì óëåòåòü

This day will die tonight and there ain't no exception
Ýòîò äåíü óìð¸ò ñåãîäíÿ íî÷üþ è íå ñòàíåò èñêëþ÷åíèåì

Why should I wait for nothing to wait for
Ïî÷åìó ÿ äîëæåí æäàòü , äëÿ ÷åãî ïåðåæèäàòü ?

Let me love you in this fable, hold your heart in my hand
Ðàçðåøè ìíå ëþáèòü òåáÿ â ýòîé ñêàçêå , äåðæó òâî¸ ñåðäöå â ñâîèõ ðóêàõ

Our time is waiting right outside your door
Íàøå âðåìÿ îæèäàåò ïðÿìî çà òâîåé äâåðüþ

And maybe tomorrow is a better day
È ìîæåò çàâòðà áóäåò ëó÷øèé äåíü

This day will die tonight and there ain't no exception
Ýòîò äåíü óìðåò ñåãîäíÿ íî÷üþ è íå ñòàíåò èñêëþ÷åíèåì

Why should I wait for nothing to wait for
Ïî÷åìó ÿ äîëæåí æäàòü , äëÿ ÷åãî ïåðåæèäàòü ?

I won't cry for my solitude, lay my head and dream of you
ß íå áóäó êðè÷àòü îá îäèíî÷åñòâå , óñïîêîþ ñâîþ ãîëîâó è ïîìå÷òàþ î òåáå

And hope that you'll come knocking on my door
È íàäåþñü , ÷òî òû ïðè䏸ü è ïîñòó÷èøü â ìîþ äâåðü

And maybe tomorrow is a better day
È ìîæåò çàâòðà áóäåò ëó÷øèé äåíü

I know tomorrow is a better day
ß çíàþ , çàâòðà áóäåò ëó÷øèé äåíü .


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Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì "Carnival of Rust" 2006

Ìåòêè:  

POTF - Cradled in Love (àëüáîì "Temple of Thought" 2012).

Äíåâíèê

Ñðåäà, 04 Îêòÿáðÿ 2017 ã. 03:34 + â öèòàòíèê
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Âëþáë¸ííîñòü .

You had the blue note sapphire eyes
Òû îáëàäàåøü ñàïôèðîâûìè ãëàçàìè ñ íîòàìè ëàçóðè

To back up all those gazes
 ïîäòâåðæäåíèè âñåõ ñëó÷àåâ

To pierce my guard and to take my soul off to faraway places
Ïðîðûâàåøü ìîþ çàùèòó è óâîçèøü äóøó â äàë¸êèå ìåñòà

Told me I'll never be alone, cos you're right there...
Ãîâîðèëè ìíå , ÿ íèêîãäà íå áóäó îäèí , ïîòîìó ÷òî òû ðÿäîì ...

We took a gamble with this love, like sailing to the storm,
Ìû ðèñêíóëè ëþáèòü , ïîäîáíî ïëàâàíüþ â øòîðì

With the waves rushing over to take us, we were battling against the tide,
Ñ ìîðåì íàõëûíóâøèì íà íàñ , ìû ñðàæàëèñü âîïðåêè òå÷åíèþ,

You were my beacon of salvation, I was your starlight...
Òû áûëà ìîèì ñïàñèòåëüíûì ìàÿêîì , à ÿ òâîèì çâ¸çäíûì ñâåòîì ...

So don't cry for your love, cry tears of joy,
Òàê íå ïëà÷ü î ëþáâè , ïëà÷ü ñëåçàìè ðàäîñòè ,

Cos you're alive cradled in love...
Ïîòîìó ÷òî òû æèâ¸øü â âëþáë¸ííîñòè ...

Don't cry for your love, cry tears of joy,
Íå ïëà÷ü î ëþáâè , ïëà÷ü ñëåçàìè ðàäîñòè ,

Cos you're alive cradled in love...
Ïîòîìó ÷òî òû æèâ¸øü â âëþáë¸ííîñòè ...

I kept the love you gave me alive, and now I carry it with me,
ß ñîõðàíÿþ ëþáîâü , ÷òî òû ïîäàðèëà ìíå æèâîé è òåïåðü ÿ äåðæó å¸ ïðè ñåáå ,

I know it's just a tear drop from mother earth, but in it
ß çíàþ , ýòî Çåìëÿ ïëà÷åò äîæä¸ì , íî â í¸ì

I can hear a dolphin sing,
ß ìîãó óñëûøàòü ïåñíü äåëüôèíà,

Telling me I'll never be alone, I know you're right there...
 äåéñòâèòåëüíîñòè , ÿ íå áóäó îäèí , ÿ çíàþ ,÷òî òû ðÿäîì ...

So with the fire still burning bright, I wanna gaze into your light,
Òàê ñ ñèëîé îãíÿ , âñ¸ åù¸ ãîðÿùåãî è ÿðêîãî , ÿ õî÷ó ñìîòðåòü íà òâîé ñâåò ,

If I could see my fortune there, you know how flames can hypnotize...
Åñëè áû ÿ óâèäåë òàì ñâîþ ñóäüáó , òû çíàåøü ,êàê îãîíü ìîæåò ãèïíîòèçèðîâàòü ...

Do I even dare to speak out your name,
Ðèñêíóë áû ÿ äàæå , íàçâàòü òâî¸ èìÿ ,

for fear it sounds like, like a lover.
îïàñàÿñü , ÷òî ýòî ïðîçâó÷èò âëþáë¸ííî .

So don't cry for your love, cry tears of joy,
Òàê íå ïëà÷ü î ëþáâè , ïëà÷ü ñëåçàìè ðàäîñòè ,

Cos you're alive cradled in love.
ïîòîìó ÷òî òû æèâ¸øü â âëþáë¸ííîñòè .

Don't cry for your love, cry tears of joy,
Íå ïëà÷ü î ëþáâè , ïëà÷ü ñëåçàìè ðàäîñòè ,

Cos you're alive cradled in love
Ïîòîìó ÷òî òû æèâ¸øü â âëþáë¸ííîñòè

Cradled in love...
Âëþáë¸ííàÿ...

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Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì "Temple of Thought" 2012

Ìåòêè:  

POTF - No End, No Beginning (àëüáîì "Alchemy Vol.1" 2011).

Äíåâíèê

Ïÿòíèöà, 13 Îêòÿáðÿ 2017 ã. 02:27 + â öèòàòíèê
Íåò êîíöà, íåò íà÷àëà (ïåðåâîä Yulia Garaeva èç Ïðîêîïüåâñêà)


We can't seem to let go
Êàæåòñÿ, ìû íå ìîæåì îòïóñòèòü

The thread's so thin it just doesn't show anymore
Òó òîíêóþ íèòü, êîòîðàÿ óæå íè÷åãî íå ñâÿçûâàåò.

It seems like we're playing charades
Êàæåòñÿ, ÷òî ìû èãðàåì â òàéíû,

Playing like we're afraid to live
Èãðàÿ, ñëîâíî áîèìñÿ æèòü.

And this is one sacrifice I,
È åñëè ýòî åäèíñòâåííàÿ æåðòâà,

I don't want to make
Òî ÿ íå õî÷ó æåðòâîâàòü åþ.

Cause if there's no end
Èáî åñëè íåò êîíöà,

There can be no beginning,
Çíà÷èò, íå ìîæåò áûòü è íà÷àëà,

There can be no beginning
Íå ìîæåò áûòü è íà÷àëà.

If there's no end
Åñëè íåò êîíöà.

It feels like forsaking the dawn,
Òàêîå ÷óâñòâî, ÷òî ìû îòðåêàåìñÿ îò ðàññâåòà:

We awaken and still we don't see
Ìû ïðîñûïàåìñÿ, íî âñ¸ ðàâíî íå âèäèì åãî...

I am still secretly grateful
ß íå ïåðåñòàþ óêðàäêîé áëàãîäàðèòü òåáÿ çà òî,

You're living this moment with me
×òî òû ïðîæèâàåøü ýòîò ìîìåíò ñî ìíîé.

We can see where it leads
Ìû çíàåì, ê ÷åìó âåä¸ò ýòîò ïóòü,

It's like you can't, can't kill the monster
Áóäòî òû íå â ñèëàõ, íå â ñèëàõ óáèòü ýòîãî ìîíñòðà,

That feeds on you
Ïîæèðàþùåãî òåáÿ.

No matter what you do
È íå âàæíî, ÷òî òû ïðåäïðèíèìàåøü,

It seems to get you every time
Îí âñ¸ ðàâíî êàæäûé ðàç õâàòàåò òåáÿ.

And that's a predicament if I know anything
È åñëè ÿ óçíàþ ÷òî-ëèáî îá ýòîì, ìíå áóäåò òÿæåëî.

Cause if there's no end
Èáî åñëè íåò êîíöà,

There can be no beginning,
Çíà÷èò, íå ìîæåò áûòü è íà÷àëà,

There can be no beginning
Íå ìîæåò áûòü è íà÷àëà.

If there's no end
Åñëè íåò êîíöà,

It feels like forsaking the dawn,
Òàêîå ÷óâñòâî, ÷òî ìû îòðåêàåìñÿ îò ðàññâåòà:

We awaken and still we don't see
Ìû ïðîñûïàåìñÿ, íî âñ¸ ðàâíî íå âèäèì åãî...

I'm still secretly grateful
ß íå ïåðåñòàþ óêðàäêîé áëàãîäàðèòü òåáÿ çà òî,

You're living this moment with me
×òî òû ïðîæèâàåøü ýòîò ìîìåíò ñî ìíîé.

Secretly grateful
ß óêðàäêîé áëàãîäàðþ òåáÿ çà òî,

You're sharing this moment with me
×òî òû ðàçäåëÿåøü ýòîò ìîìåíò ñî ìíîé.

If it's just one life we're given,
Åñëè íàì îäíàæäû äàíà æèçíü,

One time you're living
Çíà÷èò, ïðîæèòü å¸ íóæíî äîñòîéíî.

I feel your touch light up a wild desire
ß ÷óâñòâóþ, êàê òâî¸ ïðèêîñíîâåíèå ðàçæèãàåò âî ìíå äèêîå æåëàíèå,

Borne on my ache to take us ever higher
Óñèëèâàÿ ìîþ áîëü, ÷òîáû âîçíåñòè íàñ ê íåáåñàì.

In our love we are birds of prey
 íàøåé ëþáâè ìû - õèùíûå ïòèöû,

Every cry serves to lead astray
È êàæäûé èõ êðèê ñáèâàåò íàñ ñ ïóòè.

So carry my ache and you will know the feeling
Òàê íåñè æå ìîþ áîëü, è òû ðàçãàäàåøü ÷óâñòâî,

Inside I am weak but for this love I'm bearing
 ãëóáèíå êîòîðîãî ÿ ñëàá, íî ðàäè ýòîé ëþáâè ÿ âûíåñó âñ¸.

So breathe your life in my shades of grey
Òàê âïóñòè ñâîþ æèçíü â ìîè îòòåíêè ñåðîãî

Or kill the lights and we'll fade away
Èëè ïîãàñè îãíè è ìû èñ÷åçíåì.


Èñòî÷íèê: https://www.amalgama-lab.com/songs/p/poets_of_the_fall/no_end_no_beginning.html
© Ëèíãâî-ëàáîðàòîðèÿ «Àìàëüãàìà»: www.amalgama-lab.com/.
Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä

Ìåòêè:  

POTF - Someone Special (àëüáîì "Signs of Life" 2005).

Äíåâíèê

Âòîðíèê, 17 Îêòÿáðÿ 2017 ã. 03:24 + â öèòàòíèê
Êòî-òî îñîáåííûé.

I wake up to the sound of rain upon my sill
ß ïðîñíóëñÿ îò çâóêà äîæäÿ ïî ïîäîêîííèêó.

Pick up the pieces of my yesterday old thrill
 ìî¸ì â÷åðà , ñîáåðó âîåäèíî âñå îñêîëêè ñòàðûõ îùóùåíèé .

Can I deliver this used up shiver
Ìîãó ëè ÿ èçáàâèòüñÿ îò ýòîãî èçíóðÿþùåãî îçíîáà ?

To how I pronounce my life
Êàêèì îáðàçîì ÿ äåêëàðèðóþ ñâîþ æèçíü

And leave it up to faith to go by its own will
È ñòàâëþ ýòî íà âåðó , ðóêîâîäñòâóÿñü ïðèçíàíèÿìè ?

Back row to the left
Ïîñëåäíèé ðÿä ñëåâà

A little to the side
Íåìíîãî â ñòîðîíó

Slightly out of place
Íåìíîãî íå íà ìåñòå.

Look beyond the light
Ïîñìîòðè çà ïðåäåëû ñâåòà

Where you'd least expect
Ãäå ìåíüøå âñåãî òû ìîæåøü îæèäàòü ,

There's someone special
Êîãî-íèáóäü îñîáåííîãî .

A foggy morning greets me quietly today
Ñåãîäíÿ òóìàííîå óòðî âñòðå÷àåò ìåíÿ , áåçìÿòåæíîñòüþ .

I smell a fragrance in the wind blowing my way
 äûõàíèè âåòðà ÿ ÷óâñòâóþ çàïàõ, äóþùèé â ìîþ ñòðîíó ,

And ever further I run to find her
È òîëüêî ïîìîãàåò â ìî¸ì áåãå , ÷òîáû ðàçûñêàòü å¸ .

I yearn to define my life
ß õî÷ó îïðåäåëèòüñÿ â ñâîåé æèçíè ,

Placing my faith in chance to meet me in half way
Âêëþ÷àÿ ñâîþ âåðó è âîçìîæíîñòü âñòðåòèòüñÿ ñî ìíîé íà ïîëïóòè .

Back row to the left
Ïîñëåäíèé ðÿä ñëåâà

A little to the side
Íåìíîãî â ñòîðîíó

Slightly out of place
Íåìíîãî íå íà ìåñòå

Look beyond the light
Ïîñìîòðè çà ïðåäåëû ñâåòà

Where you'd least expect
Ãäå ìåíüøå âñåãî òû ìîæåøü îæèäàòü ,

There's someone special
Êîãî-íèáóäü îñîáåííîãî .

And she's here to write her name
È îíà çäåñü ,íàïèøè å¸ èìÿ

On my skin with kisses in the rain
Íà ìîåé êîæå,âìåñòå ñ ïîöåëóÿìè , ïîä äîæä¸ì .

Hold my head and ease my pain
Çàéìè ìîþ ãîëîâó è îñâîáîäè îò áîëè

In a world that's gone insane...
 ìèðå, êîòîðûé ñîøåë ñ óìà...


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Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì "Signs of Life" 2005

Ìåòêè:  

POTF - Drama for Life (àëüáîì "Clearview" 2016).

Äíåâíèê

Ïÿòíèöà, 20 Îêòÿáðÿ 2017 ã. 03:43 + â öèòàòíèê
Äðàìà æèçíè.


I’ve got this madman in my mind, this prolific designer
 ìî¸ì ðàçóìå èìååòñÿ ñóìàñáðîä , ýòî ïëîäîâèòûé èíòðèãàí

and he’s working overtime and he gets all wired up
è ðàáîòàåò îí ñâåðõóðî÷íî ,ïîëó÷àÿ âñ¸ ïî ïðîâîäàì

higher and higher as we fly, we’re poets of the fall
âñ¸ âûøå è âûøå ìû ïîäíèìàåìñÿ , ìû ïîýòû ïàäåíèÿ .

Perfect, near fatal headlong dive
Èäåàëüíî , ôàòàëüíî îïðîìåò÷èâîå ïîãðóæåíèå

A blueprint for life, blueprint your life
Ïðîåêò æèçíè , ïðîåêò òâîåé æèçíè .

Aggressively primal cultural high
Àãðåññèâíî - ïåðâîáûòíûé êóëüòóðíûé ìàêñèìóì

This mental Versailles, is much grander than the lies
Ýòîò ìåíòàëüíûé Âåðñàëü ,íàìíîãî ðîñêîøíåå ,÷åì ëîæü

You tell yourself to get through the night
Òû ãîâîðèë ñåáå ïåðåæèòü ýòó íî÷ü .

Sentenced to drama for life
Îñóæä¸ííûé ê äðàìàì â æèçíè .

He tears a stampede through my head, wild and horny
Îí ñðûâàåòñÿ â áåãñòâî ñêâîçü ìîþ ãîëîâó , äèêèé è âîçáóæä¸ííûé .

Just one chance to kill it dead, but I will embrace it
Òîëüêî îäèí øàíñ óáèòü äî ñìåðòè , è ÿ âîñïîëüçóþñü ýòèì .

Into the darkness on we ride, to gamble is all
Ìû îòïðàâèìñÿ âî òüìó , ðèñêóÿ âñåì .

Perfect, near fatal headlong dive…
Èäåàëüíî , ôàòàëüíî îïðîìåò÷èâîå ïîãðóæåíèå...

If all the isms and doctrines of life were a gentle breeze instead
Åñëè âñå èçìû è äîêòðèíû áóäóò ë¸ãêèì âåòåðêîì , âìåñòî ýòîãî

of that usual judgmental freeze,
îáûêíîâåííî îñóæäàþùåãî ìîðàòîðèÿ ,

would we all be as easily shanghaied to their cause, as now we
Ìû âñå áû ëåãêî ïîíÿëè èõ ïðè÷èíû ,òåïåðü íàì

seem to object every clause,
êàæåòñÿ íóæíî îïðîòåñòîâûâàòü êàæäóþ îãîâîðêó ,

and would we have the unerring nerve to go after our deepest
È áóäåò ëè íàñ áðàòü çà æèâîå , ïðåñëåäîâàòü íàøè ãëóáî÷àéøèå

desires with a similar verve,
ñòðàñòè ñî ñõîæèì ïûëîì ,

who would it serve
Êîãî áû âû îáñëóæèëè

Perfect, near fatal headlong dive…
Èäåàëüíî , ôàòàëüíî îïðîìåò÷èâîå ïîãðóæåíèå ...

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Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì "Clearview" 2016

Ìåòêè:  

POTF - Revolution Roulette (àëüáîì " Revolution Roulette" 2008).

Äíåâíèê

Ñðåäà, 25 Îêòÿáðÿ 2017 ã. 03:43 + â öèòàòíèê
Ðóëåòêà ðåâîëþöèè.

If this machine doesn't stop,
Åñëè ýòà ìàøèíà íå îñòàíîâèòñÿ,

What will you do if it never goes out
×òî òû áóäåøü äåëàòü, åñëè îíà íèêîãäà íå âûéäåò èç ñòðîÿ,

Never goes out of season
Âñåãäà ðàáîòàåò , âî âñå ñåçîíû .

It never stops as it turns,
È íèêîãäà íå ñòàíàâëèâàåòñÿ ïðè ïîâîðîòàõ ,

There ain't no passion, yet it burns
Ñóùåñòâóåò áåñòðàñòíî , è âñ¸ æå ãîðèò ,

Introducing my prison
Ïðåäñòàâëÿÿ ìîþ òþðüìó .

Losing myself in this place,
Ïîòåðÿâøèñü â ýòîì ìåñòå ,

Soon I'm gone without a trace
Ñêîðî , ÿ èñ÷åçíó áåçñëåäíî

Freed with that final incision
Îñâîáîæä¸í ñ ôèíàëüíîé êîëêîñòüþ .

Look my heart it's a bird,
Ïîñëóøàé ìî¸ ñåðäöå , ýòî ïòèöà

It needs to sing and to be heard
Îíà äîëæíà ïåòü è áûòü óñëûøàííîé.

Not this clockwork precision
Íåòî÷íûé ìåõàíèçì

And the machine grows idiotic
È ìàøèíà ñòàíåò èäèîòñêîé.

Who's gonna be its ingenious critic
Êòî òåïåðü áóäåò å¸ îñòðîóìíûì êðèòèêîì ?

Everybody loves the perfect solution
Âñåì íðàâèòñÿ áåçóïðå÷íûå ðåøåíèÿ

To beat the odds against
Âîïðåêè âñåìó äîáèòüñÿ ïðåèìóùåñòâà

The poorest possible substitution
Áåäíûé ,êàíäèäàò çàìåíû.

What you see is never what you're gonna get
×òî òû óâèäèøü , ýòîãî êîíå÷íî íå ìîæåò áûòü , ÷åãî òû îæèäàåøü

Everybody's playing revolution roulette
Âñå èãðàþò â ðóëåòêó ðåâîëþöèè!

Leaves you no arguments to trade,
Îñòàâëÿåò òåáÿ áåç àðãóìåíòîâ â ñäåëêå

You can try the key or you can wait
Òû ìîæåøü âîñïîëüçîâàòüñÿ êëþ÷îì èëè ìîæåøü ïîäîæäàòü ,

But the lock will not open
Íî çàìîê íå îòêðîåòñÿ .

So you're left with sanity to lose,
Òàê ÷òî òåáå îñòà¸òñÿ ïðîèãðàòü çäðàâûé ñìûñë ,

Cos the machine is a ruse
Ïîòîìó ÷òî ìàøèíà – ýòî óëîâêà,

Another invention to rule them
Åù¸ îäíî èçîáðåòåíèå , ÷òîáû ïðàâèòü

It's like a fistful of snake eyes,
Ñëîâíî ïðèãîðøíÿ çìåèíûõ ãëàç ,

A hand grenade with bye byes
Ðó÷íàÿ ãðàíàòà ñ "ïðîùàéòå"

Like a million spent on nothing
Êàê ìèëëèîí, ïîòðà÷åííûé âïóñòóþ.

It's kinda like a pick in their lock,
Ñëîâíî âûáîð áëîêèðîâêè çàìêà ,

When you never went
Õîòÿ òû íå ó÷èëñÿ .

"Knock knock, hello, anybody home? I'm coming in".
"Òóê-òóê! Ïðèâåò! Êòî-íèáóäü äîìà? ß âõîæó!".

With a touch of foreboding
Ñ íàë¸òîì ïðåäâåñòíèêà áåäû .

And the machine grows parasitic
È ìàøèíà ñòàíîâèòñÿ ïàðàçèòîì.

Who's gonna critisize the good critic
Êòî ðàñêðèòèêóåò õîðîøåãî êðèòèêà?

Everybody loves the perfect solution
Âñåì íðàâèòñÿ áåçóïðå÷íûå ðåøåíèÿ

To beat the odds against
Âîïðåêè âñåìó äîáèòüñÿ ïðåèìóùåñòâà

The poorest possible substitution
Áåäíûé , êàíäèäàò çàìåíû

What you see is never what you're gonna get
×òî òû óâèäèøü , ýòîãî êîíå÷íî íå ìîæåò áûòü , ÷åãî òû îæèäàåøü

Everybody's playing revolution roulette
Âñå èãðàþò â ðóëåòêó ðåâîëþöèè!


Everybody has the perfect solution
Ó êàæäîãî åñòü èäåàëüíîå ðåøåíèå ,

It's just hard to resist the sweet seduction
Î÷åíü ñëîæíî óñòîÿòü ïåðåä ñëàäêèì îáîëüùåíèåì .

There ain't no trick to winning double what you bet
Òàì íåò óëîâîê , ÷òîáû âûèãðàòü âäâîå áîëüøå , ÷åì òû ñòàâèë .

Welcome to revolution roulette
Äîáðî ïîæàëîâàòü â ðóëåòêó ðåâîëþöèè!

Everybody loves the perfect solution
Âñåì íðàâèòñÿ âåëèêîëåïíîå ðåøåíèå

To beat the odds against
Âîïðåêè âñåìó äîáèòüñÿ ïðåèìóùåñòâà

The poorest possible substitution
Áåäíûé , êàíäèäàò çàìåíû .

What you see is never what you're gonna get
×òî òû óâèäèøü , ýòîãî êîíå÷íî íå ìîæåò áûòü , ÷åãî òû îæèäàåøü

Everybody's playing revolution roulette
Âñå èãðàþò â ðóëåòêó ðåâîëþöèè!

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Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì "Revolution Roulette" 2008

Ìåòêè:  

POTF - Everything Fades (àëüáîì " Signs of Life" 2005).

Äíåâíèê

Ïîíåäåëüíèê, 30 Îêòÿáðÿ 2017 ã. 01:23 + â öèòàòíèê
Âñå èñ÷åçàåò .

Silly thoughts of small deeds.
Äóðàöêèå ìûñëè î íåçíà÷èòåëüíûõ ïîñòóïêàõ .

Everything that once answered to your needs.
Âñ¸ òî , ÷òî êîãäà-òî óäîâëåòâîðÿëî òâîè ïîòðåáíîñòè .

The thoughtless but kind.
Áåñïå÷íàÿ , íî äîáðàÿ .

The caring but blind.
Çàáîòëèâàÿ ,íî ñëåïàÿ .

Everything fades away.
Âñ¸ èñ÷åçíåò .

Everything fades away,
Âñå èñ÷åçàåò,

Come turning of the tide.
Ïðèéòè ê ïîâîðîòó ñîáûòèé .

For your love I'm sorry.
Ðàäè òâîåé ëþáâè,ïðîñòè .

For your pain, don't worry.
×òî äåëàþ òåáå áîëüíî , íå áåñïîêîéñÿ ,

Everything fades away.
Âñ¸ èñ÷åçíåò .

Silhouettes and false leads.
Ñèëóýòû è ëîæíûå âûâîäû

That which drew you,
Òî , ÷òî ïðèâëåêëî òåáÿ

Like a crow to glass beads.
Êàê âîðîíó íà ñòåêëÿøêè .

Secrets spied.
Çà ìíîé òàéíàÿ ñëåæêà ,

Wishes sighed.
Õîòåë áû âçäîõíóòü .

Everything fades away.
Âñ¸ èñ÷åçíåò

All I'm saying is don't give up,
ß ëèøü õî÷ó ñêàçàòü , íå ñäàâàéñÿ ,

when you're getting so close.
Êîãäà òû áóäåøü íàñòîëüêî áëèçêî .

All I'm saying is don't give up,
ß ëèøü õî÷ó ñêàçàòü , íå ñäàâàéñÿ ,

It's the right way you chose.
Òû âûáðàëà âåðíûé ïóòü .

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Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì "Signs of Life" 2005

Ìåòêè:  

POTF - Illusion And Dream (àëüáîì" Signs of Life" 2005)

Äíåâíèê

Âòîðíèê, 31 Îêòÿáðÿ 2017 ã. 02:56 + â öèòàòíèê
Èëëþçèÿ è ìå÷òà.

Look in my eyes I'll make you see
Ñìîòðè ìíå â ãëàçà , ÿ ïðèãîòîâèë òåáå ïîíèìàíèå,

We’re drifting aimlessly
Ìû áåñöåëüíî äðåéôóåì

Blind in a world of make believe
Îñëåïøèå, â âîîáðàæàåìîì ìèðå .

Hear them sing their songs off key
Ïîñëóøàé êàê îíè ïîþò ,èõ ïåñíè âåäóùèå

N' nod like they agree
Êèâíè ,ñëîâíî ñîãëàñåí ñ íèìè .

Buying the needs to be discreet
Ñêóïêà ïîòðåáíîñòåé äîëæíà áûòü áëàãîðàçóìíîé .

I've got no hand in matters worldly, I hardly care at all
Ó ìåíÿ íåò ïîìîùè â ìàòåðèàëüíîì ìèðå ,ÿ âðÿä ëè îçàáî÷óñü âîçìîæíûì .

What's going on fails to concern me, 'cause I'm locked behind my wall
×òî ïðîèñõîäèò íå èçìåíèò ìîåãî îòíîøåíèÿ ,ïîòîìó ÷òî ÿ çàïåðò çà ñâîåé ñòåíîé .

But you know what drives me out
Íî òû çíàåøü ,êàêàÿ ëàçåéêà âûâåäåò ìåíÿ,
Out of my mind oh
Èç ìîåãî ðàçóìà

It's whatever makes you see, makes you believe
Ýòî íåçàâèñèìî , çàñòàâëÿåò ñìîòðåòü , çàñòàâëÿåò âåðèòü

And forget about the premonition, you need to conceive
È çàáóäü ïðî ïðåäîñòåðåæåíèå ,òåáå íåîáõîäèìî ïîíèìàòü ,

The images they sell are Illusion and Dream
Îáðàçû ,÷òî îíè ïðîäàþò - Èëëþçèÿ è Ìå÷òà

In other words dishonesty
Èíà÷å ãîâîðÿ ,ëîæü

If I speak ill please, humor me
Åñëè ÿ ãîâîðþ ïëîõî ,ïîæàëóéñòà,ïîääàéñÿ ìíå

Won't rant on endlessly
Âðÿä ëè ýòà êðèòèêà áåñêîíå÷íà

Just thought I'd try to make you see
Ïðîñòî ïîäóìàë ,÷òî íàäî ïîïûòàòüñÿ çàñòàâèòü òåáÿ ïîíÿòü

It doesn't solve a thing to dress it in a pretty gown
Ýòî íå âûõîä èç îáñòîÿòåëüñòâ , îäåòü åãî â êðàñèâîå ïëàòüå

A stone will not need you to guess if
À õëàäíîêðîâèþ íå íóæíî ,÷òîáû òû äîãàäàëñÿ ,åñëè

You're still going to drown
Òû åù¸ õî÷åøü óòîíóòü .

So you know what drives me out
Íî òû çíàåøü ,êàêàÿ ëàçåéêà âûâåäåò ìåíÿ,

Out of my mind, oh
Èç ìîåãî ðàçóìà

It's whatever makes you see, makes you believe
Ýòî íåçàâèñèìî , çàñòàâëÿåò ñìîòðåòü , çàñòàâëÿåò âåðèòü

And forget about the premonition, you need to conceive
È çàáóäü ïðî ïðåäîñòåðåæåíèå ,òåáå íåîáõîäèìî ïîíèìàòü ,

The images they sell are Illusion and Dream
Îáðàçû ,÷òî îíè ïðîäàþò - Èëëþçèÿ è Ìå÷òà

In other words dishonesty
Èíûìè ñëîâàìè, ëîæü.

So can you name your demon?
Òàê òû ìîæåøü íàçâàòü ñâîåãî äåìîíà ïî èìåíè ?

Understand it's scheming
Ïîíÿòü ,÷òî ýòî èíòðèãè

I raise my glass and say «Here's to you»
ß ïîäíèìó ñâîé áîêàë è ñêàæó "Çà òâî¸ çäîðîâüå".

Can you chase your demon?
Òû ñìîæåøü ïðîãíàòü ñâîåãî äåìîíà?

Or will it take your freedom?
Èëè ïîòðåáóåòñÿ òâîÿ ñâîáîäà ?

I raise my glass and say «Here's to you»
ß ïîäíèìó áîêàë è ñêàæó "Çà òâî¸ çäîðîâüå".

I've got no hand in matters worldly, I hardly care at all
Ó ìåíÿ íåò ïîìîùè â ìàòåðèàëüíîì ìèðå ,ÿ âðÿä ëè îçàáî÷óñü âîçìîæíûì

What's going on fails to concern me, 'cause I'm locked behind my wall
×òî ïðîèñõîäèò ,íå èçìåíèò ìîåãî îòíîøåíèÿ ,ïîòîìó ÷òî ÿ çàïåðò çà ñâîåé ñòåíîé

But you know what drives me out
Íî òû çíàåøü ,êàêàÿ ëàçåéêà âûâåäåò ìåíÿ

Out of my mind oh
Èç ìîåãî ðàçóìà

It's whatever makes you see, makes you believe
Ýòî íåçàâèñèìî,çàñòàâëÿåò ñìîòðåòü ,çàñòàâëÿåò ïîâåðèòü

And forget about the premonition, you need to conceive
È çàáóäü ïðî ïðåäîñòåðåæåíèå ,òåáå íåîáõîäèìî ïîíèìàòü

The images they sell are Illusion and Dream
Îáðàçû ,÷òî îíè ïðîäàþò - Èëëþçèÿ è Ìå÷òà

In other words dishonesty
Èíûìè ñëîâàìè, ëîæü.

So whatever makes you see makes you believe
Ýòî íåçàâèñèìî,çàñòàâëÿåò ñìîòðåòü ,çàñòàâëÿåò ïîâåðèòü

And forget about the premonition you need to conceive
È çàáóäü ïðî ïðåäîñòåðåæåíèå ,òåáå íåîáõîäèìî ïîíèìàòü

The images they sell are Illusion and Dream
Îáðàçû ,÷òî îíè ïðîäàþò - Èëëþçèÿ è Ìå÷òà

In other words dishonesty
Èíûìè ñëîâàìè, ëîæü.

With silence comes peace…
Ñ òèøèíîé ïðèõîäèò ìèð…

With peace comes freedom…
Ñ ìèðîì ïðèõîäèò ñâîáîäà….

With freedom comes silence…
Ñî ñâîáîäîé ïðèõîäèò òèøèíà…

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Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì "Signs of Life" 2005
Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/Ñáîðíèê "Alchemy Vol.1" 2011

Ìåòêè:  

POTF - Labyrinth (àëüáîì "Clearview" 2016).

Äíåâíèê

Ïÿòíèöà, 03 Íîÿáðÿ 2017 ã. 03:14 + â öèòàòíèê
Ëàáèðèíò.

Down on your knees to find your way
Âñòàòü íà êîëåíè ,÷òîáû íàéòè ñâîé ïóòü

Through this labyrinth of whys
×åðåç ýòîò ëàáèðèíò ïðè÷èí.

Time and again, rig and replay,
Íåîäíîêðàòíûõ,óñòàíîâèòü è âîñïðîèçâåñòè ,

When nothing justifies
Êîãäà íè÷åãî íå ìîæåò îïðàâäàòü

Or leaves a trace to tell
Èëè îñòàâèò ñëåä ,ïîêàçûâàÿ

A way out of your shell
Ñïîñîá âûáðàòüñÿ èç ñâîåé ðàêîâèíû,

To sample life.
Îáðàçåö æèçíè .

Time is a wraith
Âðåìÿ - ýòî âèäåíèå ,

At the point of no return
Êîãäà îáðàòíîé äîðîãè íåò

A memory of the light of day.
Âîñïîìèíàíèå î ñâåòå äíÿ .

Time is ablaze
Âðåìÿ ãîðèò

And so we burn
È ïîýòîìó ìû ñæèãàåì ,

Until the ashes of our lives
Äî òåõ ïîð, ïîêà ïåïåë íàøèõ æèçíåé ,

Are blown away.
Íå óíåñ¸ò ïðî÷ü .

Wish I had the power to make you stay...
Æàëü , ÿ íå ìîãó ïîâëèÿòü íà òî ,÷òîáû òû îñòàëàñü ...

Out through the frozen haze of grey,
×åðåç çàì¸ðçøóþ ñåðóþ ìãëó,

If constellations align
Åñëè ñîçâåçäèÿ ñîãëàñÿòñÿ .

More brutally sliced by lie than blade
Ëîæü ðàçðåçàåò áîëåå æåñòîêî ,÷åì íîæ.

Three acts of cruel design,
Òðè àêòà æåñòîêîãî ïðîåêòà ,

Disconnect the dots
Ïîðâè âñå ôàêòû ,

And against all odds
Íî íàïåðåêîð âñåìó

Still survive.
Âñ¸ åù¸ æèâû .

Time is a wraith
Âðåìÿ - ýòî âèäåíèå

At the point of no return
Êîãäà îáðàòíîé äîðîãè íåò .

A memory of the light of day.
Âîñïîìèíàíèå î ñâåòå äíÿ .

Time is ablaze
Âðåìÿ ãîðèò

And so we burn
È ïîýòîìó ìû ñæèãàåì

Until the ashes of our lives
Äî òåõ ïîð, ïîêà ïåïåë íàøèõ æèçíåé

Are blown away.
Íå óíåñ¸ò ïðî÷ü .

Wish I had the power to make you stay...
Æàëü , ÿ íå ìîãó ïîâëèÿòü íà òî , ÷òîáû òû îñòàëàñü...

For the sake of thrill
Ðàäè îñòðûõ îùóùåíèé

Would you own the kill?
Âû áû óáèëè ?

Would you impose your will
Ìîãëè áû âû íàâÿçàòü ñâîþ âîëþ

On another still?
Èëè âñ¸ æå ïî äðóãîìó ?

Time is a wraith...
Âðåìÿ - ýòî âèäåíèå ...

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POTF -TEMPLE OF THOUGHT( àëüáîì " Temple of Thought" 2012).

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Ïÿòíèöà, 10 Íîÿáðÿ 2017 ã. 03:04 + â öèòàòíèê
Õðàì ìûñëè .

Chills, chills come racing down my spine like a storm on my skin
Äðîæü,äðîæü ì÷èòñÿ ïî ìîåé ñïèíå , ñëîâíî øòîðì, ïî ìîåé êîæå

With shaking hands, I’ll guide your sweet soul into mine
Ðóêîïîæàòèå , ÿ ïîâåäó òâîþ ìèëóþ äóøó ê ñåáå

Until I feel you within
Ïîêà ÿ ÷óâñòâóþ òåáÿ âíóòðè.

And I know, I know that it’s all about understanding
È ÿ çíàþ , ÿ çíàþ , ÷òî âñ¸ äåëî âî âçàèìîïîíèìàíèè

Am I hidden inside your beautiful soul as it’s crying
ß ñêðûò â òâî¸ì ïðåêðàñíîì ñåðäöå , êîãäà ïëà÷åøü

For love to conquer the day slowly dawning
Ðàäè ëþáâè çàâîåâàòü äåíü ìåäëåííîãî ðàññâåòà

I want you to know you’re the heart of my temple of thought
ß õî÷ó , ÷òîáû òû çíàëà , òû äóøà ìîåãî õðàìà ìûñëè

So when you’re restless, I will calm the ocean for you
Ïîýòîìó , êîãäà òû íåñïîêîéíà , ÿ äëÿ òåáÿ óñïîêîþ îêåàí

In your sorrow, I will dry your tears
 òâîåé ïå÷àëè , ÿ âûñóøó òâîè ñë¸çû

When you need me, I will be the love beside you
Åñëè ÿ ïîíàäîáëþñü òåáå , ÿ áóäó âëþáë¸ííûì ðÿäîì ñ òîáîé

I’ll take away all your fears
ß ìîãó çàáðàòü âñå òâîè ñòðàõè

I’ll take away all of your fears
ß ìîãó èçáàâèòü îò âñåõ òâîèõ ñòðàõîâ

So you can let go all your fears
Òàê òû ìîæåøü çàáûòü î âñåõ ñâîèõ ñòðàõàõ

And you stay, stay with me when I break down
È òû îñòàíåøüñÿ , ïîáóäåøü ñî ìíîé , êîãäà ÿ ñëîìàþñü

Like a dream come saving
Ñëîâíî ìå÷òà ñòàëà ñïàñåíèåì .

And if words should fail here, I’ll just read the way you sound
È åñëè ñëîâà çäåñü íå ñðàáîòàþò , ÿ ïðîñòî ïîêàæó , êàêîé òû êàæåøüñÿ

‘Till I know the meaning of love and life
Íå ðàíüøå , ïîêà ÿ ïîíèìàþ çíà÷åíèå ëþáâè â æèçíè

And it could be I’m understating what it means
È âîçìîæíî , ÿ ïðåóìåíüøàþ , ÷òî îíà çíà÷èò

That you’re standing behind every word you say
È ÷òî òû ñòîèøü çà êàæäûì ñëîâîì , ÷òî ïðîèçíîñèøü

To make my day slowly dawning
Ïîðàäóé ìåíÿ ìåäëåííûì ðàññâåòîì .

I want you to know you’re the heart of my temple of thought
ß õî÷ó , ÷òîáû òû çíàëà , òû äóøà ìîåãî õðàìà ìûñëè

So when you’re restless…
Ïîýòîìó , êîãäà òû íåñïîêîéíà ...

Dreams have nothing on my reality high on the scent of your skin
Ìå÷òû íå èìåþò íè÷åãî îáùåãî ñ ìîåé ðåàëüíîñòüþ , ïîä êàéôîì îò çàïàõà òâîåé êîæè

I know we’re riding endlessly into the sun, feel the life deep within
ß çíàþ , ìû äî áåñêîíå÷íîñòè êàòàåìñÿ íà ñîëíå÷íûõ ëó÷àõ , îùóùàÿ íàñûùåííîñòü æèçíüþ ãëóáîêî âíóòðè

So when you’re restless…
Ïîýòîìó , êîãäà òû íåñïîêîéíà ...

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POTF - War (àëüáîì "Twilight Theater" 2010).

Äíåâíèê

Ïîíåäåëüíèê, 13 Íîÿáðÿ 2017 ã. 04:12 + â öèòàòíèê
Âîéíà.

Do you remember standing on a broken field
Òû ïîìíèøü , êàê ñòîÿë íà ðàçëîìàííîì ïîëå

White crippled wings beating the sky
Áåëûìè èçëîìàííûìè êðûëüÿìè ñòó÷àòüñÿ â íåáåñà

The harbingers of war with their nature revealed
Âåñòíèêè âîéíû ïðîÿâÿò ñâîþ ñóùíîñòü

And our chances flowing by
È íàøè òåêóùèå øàíñû.

If I can let the memory heal
Åñëè ÿ ñìîãó èñöåëèòü âîñïîìèíàíèÿ

I will remember you with me on that field
ß áóäó ïîìíèòü íàñ íà ýòîì ïîëå .

When I thought that I fought this war alone
Êîãäà ÿ äóìàë , ÷òî íà÷àë ýòó âîéíó â îäèíî÷êó

You were there by my side on the frontline
Òû áûëà òàì , ðÿäîì ñî ìíîé ,íà ïåðåäîâîé .

When I thought that I fought without a cause
Êîãäà ÿ äóìàë , ÷òî ñðàæàþñü áåç ïðè÷èíû

You gave me a reason to try
Òû ïîñòàðàëàñü äàòü ìíå ïîâîä .

Turn the page I need to see something new
Ïåðåâåðíè ñòðàíèöó, ÿ äîëæåí óâèäåòü ÷òî-òî íîâîå

For now my innocence is torn
Ïîêà ìîÿ íåâèííîñòü íå ðàçîðâàíà .

We cannot linger on this stunted view
Ìû íå ìîæåì òåðÿòü âðåìÿ , íà ýòîé òî÷êå çðåíèÿ ,

Like rabid dogs of war
Êàê áåøåíûå ïñû âîéíû.

I will let the memory heal
ß ïîçâîëþ ïàìÿòè èçëå÷èòüñÿ .

I will remember you with me on that field
ß áóäó ïîìíèòü íàñ íà ýòîì ïîëå .

When I thought that I fought this war alone
Êîãäà ÿ äóìàë , ÷òî íà÷àë ýòó âîéíó â îäèíî÷êó

You were there by my side on the frontline
Òû áûëà òàì , ðÿäîì ñî ìíîé , íà ïåðåäîâîé .

And we fought to believe the impossible
È ìû ñðàæàëèñü , âåðÿ â íåâîçìîæíîå

When I thought that I fought this war alone
Êîãäà ÿ äóìàë , ÷òî íà÷àë ýòó âîéíó â îäèíî÷êó

We were one with our destinies entwined
Ìû áûëè åäèíû , ñ íàøèìè ïåðåïëåò¸ííûìè ñóäüáàìè .

When I thought that I fought without a cause
Êîãäà ÿ äóìàë , ÷òî ñðàæàþñü áåç ïðè÷èíû

You gave me the reason why
Òû îò÷åãî-òî äàëà ìíå ïîâîä.

With no-one wearing their real face
Íåñìîòðÿ íà òî , ÷òî íèêòî íå íîñèò ñâîèõ ðåàëüíûõ ëèö

It’s a whiteout of emotion
Ýòî ïîëíîå óíè÷òîæåíèå ýìîöèé .

And I’ve only got my brittle bones to break the fall
È ó ìåíÿ åñòü òîëüêî ìîè õðóïêèå êîñòè , ÷òîáû îñòàíîâèòü ïàäåíèå .

When the love in letters fade
Êîãäà ëþáîâü â ïèñüìàõ ïîáëåêíåò ,

It’s like moving in slow motion
Êàê áóäòî â çàìåäëåííîé ñú¸ìêå

And we’re already too late if we arrive at all
Íî äëÿ íàñ áóäåò ñëèøêîì ïîçäíî , åñëè ïðèä¸ì êî âñåìó ýòîìó.

And then we’re caught up in the arms race
È òîãäà ìû âòÿíåìñÿ â ãîíêó âîîðóæåíèé

An involuntary addiction
Íåâîëüíàÿ çàâèñèìîñòü .

And we’re shedding every value our mothers taught
È ìû áóäåì ñáðàñûâàòü êàæäóþ öåííîñòü , êîòîðîé ó÷èëè íàøè ìàòåðè

So will you please show me your real face
Òàê ÷òî , ïîæàëóéñòà , ïîêàæè ìíå ñâî¸ íàñòîÿùåå ëèöî

Draw the line in the horizon
Íàðèñóé ëèíèþ ãîðèçîíòà.

Cos I only need your name to call the reasons why I fought
Ïîòîìó ÷òî ìíå íåîáõîäèìî òîëüêî òâî¸ èìÿ , ÷òîáû íàçâàòü ïðè÷èíû , ïî êîòîðûì ÿ ñðàæàëñÿ .

When I thought that I fought this war alone…
Êîãäà ÿ äóìàë , ÷òî íà÷àë ýòó âîéíó â îäèíî÷êó ...

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Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/Ñáîðíèê "Alchemy Vol.1" 2011

Ìåòêè:  

POTF - The beautiful ones.( ñèíãë "Lift" 2004 )

Äíåâíèê

Âòîðíèê, 14 Íîÿáðÿ 2017 ã. 02:14 + â öèòàòíèê
Lift — ñèíãë ôèíñêîé àëüòåðíàòèâíîé ðîê-ãðóïïû Poets of the Fall. Îí ÿâëÿåòñÿ âòîðûì, âûïóùåííûì ñ èõ äåáþòíîãî àëüáîìà Signs of Life. Ñèíãë, êîòîðûé âûøåë â Ôèíëÿíäèè 9 ñåíòÿáðÿ 2004 ãîäà, ñîäåðæàë äâå âåðñèè çàãëàâíîãî òðåêà, à òàêæå ýêñêëþçèâíóþ ïåñíþ «The Beautiful Ones» íà îáðàòíîé ñòîðîíå. Ñèíãë çàíÿë 8 ïîçèöèþ â ÷àðòå ñèíãëîâ Ôèíëÿíäèè Top 40 è óäåðæèâàë ïîçèöèþ 11 íåäåëü.

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https://ru.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lift_(%D0%BF%D0%B5%D1%81%D0%BD%D1%8F)

The beautiful ones.

Ïðåêðàñíûå .


Flies with a broken wing, she's ever so graceful,
Ìóõà ñî ñëîìàííûì êðûëîì , îíà êàê-íèêîãäà òàê èçÿùíà ,

So like an angel,
Ñëîâíî àíãåë ,

But I see, tears flow quietly.
Íî ÿ âèæó , êàê òèõî òåêóò ñë¸çû .

The struggle she's seen this spring,
Îíà âèäåëà ýòîé âåñíîé áîðüáó ,

When nothing comes dancing,
Êîãäà ñòèõëè òàíöû ,

Paying a handsome fee, and still she smiles at me.
Óïëà÷èâàÿ ùåäðûé ãîíîðàð è òåì íå ìåíåå îíà óëûáàåòñÿ ìíå .

And I can't take it, no I can't help
È ÿ íå ìîãó ïðèíÿòü ýòî , íåò, ÿ íå ìîãó ïîìî÷ü

But wonder...
Íî íå÷òî óäèâèòåëüíîå...

Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
Ïî÷åìó ìû æåðòâóåì òàêèìè ïðåêðàñíûìè ?

How do you break a heart of gold?
Êàê òû ðàçîáü¸øü çîëîòîå ñåðäöå ?

Why do we sacrifice
Ïî÷åìó ìû æåðòâóåì

Our beautiful souls?
Íàøèìè ïðåêðàñíûìè äóøàìè ?

Heroes of tales unsung, untold.
Íåâîñïåòûå ãåðîè èñòîðèé , íåðàññêàçàííûå .

Sweet as an angel sings,
Ìèëàÿ , ñëîâíî àíãåë , ïî¸ò,

She gives though she has none left but the last one,
Îíà îòäà¸ò , õîòÿ íè÷åãî íå îñòàëîñü , êðîìå îäíîãî ,

Free, unhesitatingly.
Äàðîì , áåç êîëåáàíèé .

And I am humbled, I'm a broken mirror,
È ÿ ïîêîðåí , ÿ ðàçáèòîå çåðêàëî ,

And I can't help but wonder...
Íå ìîãó íè÷åãî ïîäåëàòü , íî æåëàþ çíàòü ...

Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
Ïî÷åìó ìû æåðòâóåì òàêèìè ïðåêðàñíûìè ?

How do you break a heart of gold?
Êàê òû ðàçîáü¸øü çîëîòîå ñåðäöå ?

Why do we sacrifice
Ïî÷åìó ìû æåðòâóåì

Our beautiful souls?
Íàøèìè ïðåêðàñíûìè äóøàìè ?

Heroes of tales unsung, untold.
Íåâîñïåòûå ãåðîè èñòîðèé , íåðàññêàçàííûå .

Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
Ïî÷åìó ìû æåðòâóåì òàêèìè ïðåêðàñíûìè ?

Why when they walk with love alone?
Êîãäà îíè âëþáë¸ííûå ãóëÿþò â îäèíî÷åñòâå ?

Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls?
Ïî÷åìó ìû æåðòâóåì íàøèìè ïðåêðàñíûìè äóøàìè ?

Just trying to find their way home.
×òîáû ïðîñòî ïîïûòàòüñÿ íàéòè äîðîãó äîìîé .

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POTF - SIGNS OF LIFE (àëüáîì "TEMPLE OF THOUGHT" 2012).

Äíåâíèê

×åòâåðã, 16 Íîÿáðÿ 2017 ã. 03:33 + â öèòàòíèê
Ïðèçíàêè æèçíè.

She stands by the corner shop
Îíà ñòîèò ó óãëîâîãî ìàãàçèíà

At the edge of a rainbow she thought the solution
Íà êðàþ ðàäóãè , îíà ïîäóìàëà , ÷òî ðåøåíèå

Someone painted on the wall
Êåì-òî áûëî íàðèñîâàíî íà ñòåíå.

He writes in his daily journal
Îí ïèøåò â ñâî¸ì åæåäíåâíîì æóðíàëå

Eyes blindfolded, gathering pieces
Çàêðûòûìè ãëàçàìè , ñîáèðàåò êóñî÷êè,

With no direction to go anymore
Áåç âñÿêèõ îðèåíòèðîâ.

When what’s real becomes just another source of hurt
Ãäå ðåàëüíîñòü , ïðîñòî åù¸ îäèí èñòî÷íèê áîëè

And when meaning’s gone from every word
È ãäå èç êàæäîãî ñëîâà ïðîïàë ñìûñë.

Signs of life color your skin
Ïðèçíàêè æèçíè - öâåò âàøåé êîæè

Emotions within show you the fast lane to your love
Âíóòðåííèå ýìîöèè ïîêàçûâàþò âàì áûñòðûé ïóòü ê ëþáâè

When love is a kiss of terminal bliss, designed to erase all
Êîãäà ëþáîâü - ýòî ïîöåëóé âûñøåé ñòåïåíè áëàæåíñòâà , ïðåäíàçíà÷åííûå ñòåðåòü âñ¸.

Signs of life from the smile on your face to the lines you rephrase
Ïðèçíàêè æèçíè , îò óëûáêè íà âàøåì ëèöå äî âàøåé ïåðåñêàçàííîé ðîëè

Will always guide you to your love
Áóäåò âñåãäà íàïðàâëÿòü âàñ ê ëþáâè

Your love is a kiss, my undying wish, designed to retrace the signs of life
Âàøà ëþáîâü ýòî ïîöåëóé , ìîé âå÷íûé ïðåäìåò æåëàíèÿ, ïðåäíàçíà÷åíû äëÿ âîññòàíîâëåíèÿ ïðèçíàêîâ æèçíè.

She disguises herself in her New York fashion
Îíà ïåðåîäåâàåòñÿ â ñâîé íüþ-éîðêñêèé ñòèëü

To find her passion she lights her beacon
Îíà çàæèãàåò ñâîé ìàÿê, ÷òîáû îáíàðóæèòü å¸ ñòðàñòíîñòü

High on coffee shop produce
Ïîäãîòîâêà íà âèäíîì ìåñòå â êàôåøêå

And he still picks his trains by chance
À îí âñ¸ ðàâíî , ïîåçäà âûáèðàåò ñëó÷àéíî

Chooses opinions to fit his circumstance
Âûáèðàåò ìíåíèÿ , ÷òîáû ñîîòâåòñòâîâàëî îáñòîÿòåëüñòâàì

To find something he can use
×òîáû íàéòè íå÷òî îñîáåííîå , ÷òî îí ìîæåò èñïîëüçîâàòü.

When you’re free to choose, but the choices leave you lost
Êîãäà âû ñâîáîäíû â âûáîðå , íî ðåøåíèÿ îñòàâëÿþò âàñ â ïðîèãðûøå

When you feel you paid way more than it should cost
Êîãäà âû ÷óâñòâóåòå , ÷òî çàïëàòèëè áîëüøå íàçíà÷åííîé öåíû .

Signs of life…
Ïðèçíàêè æèçíè ...

If you feel you’ve exhausted all your options
Åñëè âû ÷óâñòâóåòå , ÷òî èñ÷åðïàëè âñå ñâîè âàðèàíòû

And if you still find yourself with nothing to believe in
È åñëè òû åù¸ â ïîèñêå , ñ ïóñòûìè ðóêàìè , ïîâåðü

Free your mind and you will see
Îñâîáîäè ñâîé ðàçóì è òû óâèäèøü

Signs of life…
Ïðèçíàêè æèçíè ...

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Ìåòêè:  

POTF - HEAL MY WOUNDS (àëüáîì "Twilight Theater" 2010).

Äíåâíèê

Âîñêðåñåíüå, 19 Íîÿáðÿ 2017 ã. 03:47 + â öèòàòíèê
Èñöåëè ìîè ðàíû .


I burn to make you understand
ß ñãîðàþ , ÷òîáû òû ïîíÿëà

One wrong word and it all may come crashing down
Îäíî íåâåðíîå ñëîâî è ê óæàñó , ýòî âñ¸ ìîæåò ðóõíóòü âíèç

For the fates are devious by heart
Ñóäüáà áëóæäàåò ïî ïàìÿòè .

They envy you your dreams, so they’ll let you drown
Òâîè ìå÷òû äëÿ íèõ ïðåäìåò çàâèñòè , ïîýòîìó îíè ïîçâîëÿò òåáå óòîíóòü

And there is no why, there is no how, it’s like the sky, just one free flow
È íåò âîçìîæíîñòè , íåò íàäåæäû , ýòî êàê íåáî , òîëüêî îäíî ñâîáîäíîå ïåðåìåùåíèå

But you’re here right now, and this is your show, so take a bow, cos the show is on right…
Íî òû ñåé÷àñ çäåñü è ýòî òâî¸ øîó , òàê ïîêëîíèñü , ïîòîìó ÷òî øîó ñîâåðøàåòñÿ ...

Here and now with all dreams realized
Çäåñü è ñåé÷àñ , ñ ðåàëèçîâàííûìè ôàíòàçèÿìè

Would you choose still more time to do
Òû áû âûáðàëà äîïîëíèòåëüíîå âðåìÿ ?

Don’t fall down when it’s time to arise
Òîëüêî íå ïàäàé , êîãäà ïðèä¸ò âðåìÿ âîñêðåñíóòü

No-one else can heal your wounds
Íèêòî íå ñìîæåò èñöåëèòü òâîè ðàíû .

Once again taboo becomes your law
È ñíîâà òàáó ñòàíîâèòüñÿ òâîèì ïðàâîì

What you want seems taken by another tide turning
Êàæåòñÿ , òî ÷òî òû õî÷åøü , ýòî óæå áûëî , âðåìÿ ïîâåðíóòü

Away from our flower field where we used to lay beneath the sky,
Ïîäàëüøå îò íàøåãî öâåòî÷íîãî ïîëÿ , ãäå ìû ïðèâûêëè ëåæàòü ïîä íåáîì ,

riding dreams to some other side
âåðõîâîäÿ ôàíòàçèÿìè ïî äðóãóþ ñòîðîíó

Do they burn, the wishes whispered, like secrets, they yearn, just to be heard
Îíè ãîðÿò, æåëàÿ ñîîáùèòü , ëþáèòåëè ñåêðåòîâ , îíè æàæäóò , òîëüêî áû áûòü óñëûøàííûìè

I’m done with questions, I have no answers, the choice is yours, cos the show is on right…
Ñ ìåíÿ õâàòèò âîïðîñîâ , ó ìåíÿ íåò îòâåòîâ , òâîé âûáîð , ïîòîìó ÷òî øîó ñîâåðøàåòñÿ ...

Here and now…
Çäåñü è ñåé÷àñ...

The bigger the lies
×åì áîëüøå ëîæü

The more they want to believe them
Òåì áîëüøå îíè õîòÿò ïîâåðèòü èì

And like a vice
È , êàê â òèñêàõ

Hold on to what they believe in
Óäåðæàòü òî , âî ÷òî îíè âåðÿò

Here and now with all dreams realized
Çäåñü è ñåé÷àñ , ñ ðåàëèçîâàííûìè ôàíòàçèÿìè

Would you choose still more time to do
Òû áû âûáðàëà äîïîëíèòåëüíîå âðåìÿ ?

Don’t fall down when it’s time to arise
Òîëüêî íå ïàäàé , êîãäà ïðèä¸ò âðåìÿ âîñêðåñíóòü

No-one else can heal your wounds
Íèêòî íå ñìîæåò èñöåëèòü òâîè ðàíû

Here and now with all dreams realized
Çäåñü è ñåé÷àñ , ñ ðåàëèçîâàííûìè ôàíòàçèÿìè

Would you choose still more time to do
Òû áû âûáðàëà äîïîëíèòåëüíîå âðåìÿ ?

Don’t fall down cos I need you to rise
Òîëüêî íå ïàäàé , ìíå íóæíî , ÷òîáû òû ïîäíÿëàñü

No-one else can heal my wounds
Íèêòî äðóãîé íå ñìîæåò èñöåëèòü ìîè ðàíû .

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Ìåòêè:  

POTF - Jealous Gods (àëüáîì "Jealous Gods" 2014).

Äíåâíèê

Ñóááîòà, 25 Íîÿáðÿ 2017 ã. 00:50 + â öèòàòíèê
Ðåâíèâûå áîãè.


Can you feel the void between us
Òû ìîæåøü ïî÷óâñòâîâàòü áåçäíó ðàçäåëÿþùóþ íàñ ?

Nothing there but light, yet it seems
Íè÷åãî êðîìå ñâåòà ,íî êàæåòñÿ

Like the weight of the world
Êàê âåñ âñåãî ìèðà

Keeping us here in the dark.
Õðàíèò íàñ çäåñü ,â òåìíîòå .

If I allow our blessings define us,
Åñëè ÿ ïîçâîëþ íàøåìó ñ÷àñòüþ îõàðàêòåðèçîâàòü íàñ,

Bearing the scars of our loss
Íîñèòü øðàìû íàøèõ ïîòåðü .

Like it's all we deserve
Ýòî âñ¸ ,÷òî ìû çàñëóæèâàåì .

When passions we hold will depart.
Õîòÿ ñòðàñòü ,ìû ñ÷èòàåì , óìð¸ò.

If I could build a bridge between us
Åñëè ÿ ñìîãó ïîñòðîèòü ìîñò ìåæäó íàìè

Arcs of soaring rainbows
Èçãèáû ïàðÿùèõ ðàäóã .

Strength of mother earth
Ñèëà ìàòåðèíñêîé çåìëè .

Would it fill our hearts.
Íàïîëíèò ëè ýòî íàøè ñåðäöà ?

If I instilled a faith to guide us
Åñëè ÿ âñåëþ âåðó ,÷òîáû âåñòè íàñ

Blind and sweet like free flow
Ñëåïîé è ëàñêîâûé ,êàê âîëüíûé ïîòîê

A seed in every word.
Íà÷àëî â êàæäîì îáåùàíèè .

Could we lose the facades
Ìîæåì ëè ìû ïîòåðÿòü âèäèìîñòü ?

Are we just jealous gods?
Ìû ïðîñòî ðåâíèâûå áîãè ?

With every wall ablaze around us
Îò êàæäîé ñòåíû ,ïûëàþùåé îêîëî íàñ

Calling out your name
Êðè÷ó òâî¸ èìÿ .

Like It's now and never surrender,
Ñëîâíî ,ýòî íàñòîÿùåå è íèêîãäà íå ñäàâàòüñÿ ,

Victory is yours to claim.
Òðåáîâàíèå òâîåé ïîáåäû .

By every trick of light by sleight-of-hand,
Êàæäûé ôîêóñ ,ëèøü ëîâêîñòü ðóê ,

That makes a miracle reality right where you stand.
Ýòî äåëàåò ÷óäî ,äåéñòâèòåëüíîñòüþ ,èìåííî òàì, ãäå òû íàõîäèøüñÿ .

They got their claws in good and deep
Îíè âöåïèëèñü êîãòÿìè â äîáðî è ïîãðóçèëèñü

So you see there ain't no placing the blame.
Èòàê , òû âèäèøü òàì íå èùóò âèíîâíûõ .

And so I'll build a bridge between us,
È çíà÷èò ÿ ïîñòðîþ ìîñò ìåæäó íàìè ,

Arcs of soaring rainbows,
Èçãèáû ïàðÿùèõ ðàäóã ,

Strength of mother earth
Ñèëà ìàòåðèíñêîé çåìëè .

For a brand new start.
Äëÿ íîâîãî íà÷àëà .

And instill new faith to guide us
È âíóøèòü íîâóþ âåðó , ÷òî ïîâåä¸ò íàñ

Blind and sweet like free flow
Ñëåïîé è ëàñêîâûé , êàê âîëüíûé ïîòîê

With every single word.
Ñ êàæäûì ñëîâîì.

We won't go down as frauds
Ìû íå èìååì ïðèâû÷êè îáìàíûâàòü

Like jealous gods,
Êàê ðåâíèâûå áîãè ,

Like jealous gods.
Êàê ðåâíèâûå áîãè .

We are the perfect flaws -
Ìû óñîâåðøåíñòâîâàííûå ïîðîêè -

Perfect with our flaws -
Áåçóïðå÷íûå ñ íàøèìè ïîðîêàìè -

Just jealous gods,
Ïðîñòî ðåâíèâûå áîãè ,

Just jealous gods.
Ïðîñòî ðåâíèâûå áîãè .

We're the perfect flaws,
Ìû óñîâåðøåíñòâîâàííûå ïîðîêè,

The perfect flaws.
Áåçóïðå÷íûå ïîðîêè .

I can sense your apprehension
ß ìîãó ïî÷óâñòâîâàòü òâî¸ îïàñåíèå

Fear for naught for I'm here
Íå áîéñÿ , âåäü ÿ çäåñü

And I'm made of your love
È ÿ ïðèäóìàí òâîåé ëþáîâüþ

Found in the quick of things.
Áûñòðî íàéäóñü â ëè÷íûõ âåùàõ .

And we can walk the bridge between us
È ìû ìîæåì ïðîéòè ìîñò ìåæäó íàìè

Arcs of soaring rainbows,
Èçãèáû ïàðÿùèõ ðàäóã ,

Strength of mother earth,
Ñèëà ìàòåðèíñêîé çåìëè ,

Let it fill our hearts
Íàïîëíèò íàøè ñåðäöà .

And instill a faith to guide us
È âíóøèò âåðó , ÷òî ïîâåä¸ò íàñ .

Blind and sweet like free flow
Ñëåïîé è ëàñêîâûé ,êàê âîëüíûé ïîòîê

There's a joy for every hurt.
Óäîâîëüñòâèå âìåñòî îáèäû .

Forgiveness in the flaws
Ñíèñõîäèòåëüíîñòü â ïîðîêàõ ,

Even for jealous gods.
Êàê ðàç äëÿ ðåâíèâûõ áîãîâ .

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Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì "Jealous Gods" 2014

Ìåòêè:  

POTF - More (àëüáîì "Revolution Roulette" 2008).

Äíåâíèê

Ñðåäà, 29 Íîÿáðÿ 2017 ã. 03:39 + â öèòàòíèê
Áîëüøå.

Yeah decency, she done left our home
Äà,îíà ëþáåçíî ïîêèíóëà íàø äîì

On her rollerskates, so I guess she's pretty far gone
Íà ñâîèõ ðîëèêàõ ,òàê ÷òî ïîëàãàþ ,îíà äîâîëüíî äàëåêî óøëà .

Left me with my greed, to answer for my own
Îñòàâèëà ìåíÿ ñ ìîåé æàäíîñòüþ ,÷òîáû îòâåòèë ñàì ñåáå .

For how could a deadened sense tell right from wrong
Íî ðàçâå ìîæåò óìåðòâëÿþùåå ÷óâñòâî çíàòü îòëè÷èå ïðàâäû îò ëæè ?

So thanks for nothing I ain't feeling the magic
Òàê ÷òî ñïàñèáî çà ñâîáîäó , ÿ íå ÷óâñòâóþ ìàãèè.

Kinda comic how I got tragic
Ñâîåãî ðîäà êîìè÷íî , êàê ÿ ïîïàë â òðàãåäèþ .

Mirror mirror on the wall
Çåðêàëî ,çåðêàëî íà ñòåíå

What do you give someone who has it all
×òî òû äàøü êîìó-òî,ó êîòîðûõ åñòü âñ¸ ?

More, just to be sure
Áîëüøå,íà âñÿêèé ñëó÷àé

I got what I wanted, so naturally I want more
ß ëèøü ïîëó÷èë ,÷òî õîòåë ,ïîýòîìó åñòåñòâåííî ,õî÷ó åù¸

What I paid for, entertain me now
×òî ÿ îïëàòèë ,ðàçâëå÷¸ò ìåíÿ ñåé÷àñ .

All I want is more, cos I like it
Âîçìîæíî ,ÿ õî÷ó áîëüøåãî ,ïîòîìó ÷òî ìíå ýòî íðàâèòñÿ .

Too good to let it go, keep it coming
Ñëèøêîì õîðîøî ,÷òîáû îñòàâèòü âñ¸ êàê åñòü ,ïðîäîëæàé â òîì æå äóõå

Cos I want more, cos I'm not sure
Ïîòîìó ÷òî ÿ õî÷ó åù¸,ïîòîìó ÷òî ÿ íå óâåðåí

What I really wanted, so all I want is more
×òî ÿ â äåéñòâèòåëüíîñòè õî÷ó , òàê ýòî âñåãî è ïîáîëüøå

Yeah modesty, her rule now overthrown
Äà,ñäåðæàííî , å¸ ïðàâëåíèå òåïåðü ñâåðãíóòî.

Packed her teddybear, so as not to go alone
Óïàêîâàëà ñâîåãî ïëþøåâîãî ìèøêó ,÷òîáû íå èäòè îäíîé.

Left me with my pride to live beneath a stone
Îñòàâèâ ìåíÿ ñ ìîåé ãîðäûíåé ,äëÿ æèçíè ïîä êàìíåì.

For how could an amputee ever pick a bone
Íåóæåëè àìïóòèðîâàííûé âñåãäà âûáåðåò êîñòü ?

So tell me something, isn't this a bit drastic
Òàê ñêàæèòå ìíå ,÷òî ýòî íå ñëèøêîì æ¸ñòêî.

My smiles are turning to plastic
Ìîè óëûáêè ïðåâðàùàþòñÿ â ìàñêó.

Mirror mirror on the wall
Çåðêàëî ,çåðêàëî íà ñòåíå

What's the secret for staying droll
×òî çàáàâíîãî â îñòàâøåìñÿ ñåêðåòå?

You know it isn't particularly funny
Òû çíàåøü ,ýòî íå îñîáåííî è ñìåøíî .

Killjoy walks in just when it's turning sunny
Çàíóäà âõîäèò ,êàê òîëüêî ýòî îñâåòèòñÿ ñîëíöåì

Killjoy lives like it's all about the money
Çàíóäà æèâ¸ò òàê ,ñëîâíî âñ¸ äåëî â äåíüãàõ

All about the money, all about the money
Âñ¸ äåëî â äåíüãàõ ,âñ¸ äåëî â äåíüãàõ

All about the money, all about the money
Âñ¸ äåëî â äåíüãàõ ,âñ¸ äåëî â äåíüãàõ

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Ìåòêè:  

POTF - CENTER STAGE (àëüáîì "Clearview" 2016 ).

Äíåâíèê

×åòâåðã, 30 Íîÿáðÿ 2017 ã. 03:19 + â öèòàòíèê
Öåíòð âíèìàíèÿ.

When you leave the world behind
Êîãäà òû óáåãàåøü èç ïðèâû÷íîãî ìèðà ,

Lock the doors and turn the lights down
Çàïðè äâåðè è ù¸ëêíè âûêëþ÷àòåëåì äî êîíöà .

Whispers, schemes, resigned
Ñëóõè ,ñõåìû ,óâîëüíåíèå

N’ you haven’t got the will to try and fight
Ó òåáÿ íåò ñòðåìëåíèÿ ïîïûòàòüñÿ è ñðàçèòüñÿ .

Do you see how it’s your thoughts come conjuring
Òû óâèäèøü ,êàê ìûñëåííî îáðàòèøüñÿ ê êîëäîâñòâó ?

Emotions show the world you keep within
Ýìîöèîíàëüíî äîêàçàòü ìèðó ,÷òî äåðæèøü ñåáÿ â ðàìêàõ .

So weave the world a play
Òàê ñî÷èíè ìèðó èãðó .

Such turns of fate to let you have your way
Òàêèå èçìåíåíèÿ ñóäüáû ïîçâîëÿò òåáå ñäåëàòü ñîáñòâåííûé âûáîð .

Lest the only one betrayed
×òîáû íèêòî íå ïðåäàë ,

Will be standing center stage
Ïîñòîé â öåíòðå âíèìàíèÿ .

A dream’s a deed unsigned
Ñäåëêà ñ ìå÷òàìè íå ïîäïèñàíà

A nameless ghost of yesterday defied
Ñîâñåì íåäàâíî áåçûìÿííûé äóõ áðîñèë âûçîâ ,

So the answers aren’t streamlined
Ïîýòîìó îòâåòû íå óïîðÿäî÷åíû

To open up before you pay to try
Îòêðûòü ïðåæäå ,÷åì òû ïîïûòàåøüñÿ îïëàòèòü .

And it’s all seen through these lenses colouring
È ýòî âñ¸ âèäíî áëàãîäàðÿ îêðàñêå ëèíç .

The images you call to give you wings
Îáðàçû ,÷òî òû âûçûâàåøü ,ïîäàðÿò òåáå êðûëüÿ

So weave the world a play
Òàê ñî÷èíè ìèðó èãðó .

Like a thread from a seam
Êàê íèòü èç øâà

Drawn away to reveal
Âûäåðíóòü , ÷òîáû îáíàðóæèòü ,

That we all make this dream
×òî ìû âñå ñîçäà¸ì ýòó ìå÷òó .

And sometimes it feels so real
È èíîãäà ýòè îùóùåíèÿ òàê ðåàëüíû .

Do you see how it’s your thoughts come conjuring
Òû óâèäèøü ,êàê ìûñëåííî îáðàòèøüñÿ ê êîëäîâñòâó ?

Emotions show the world you keep within
Ýìîöèîíàëüíî äîêàçàòü ìèðó ,÷òî äåðæèøü ñåáÿ â ðàìêàõ

So weave the world a play
Òàê ñî÷èíè ìèðó èãðó .

Such turns of fate to let you have your way
Òàêèå èçìåíåíèÿ ñóäüáû ïîçâîëÿò òåáå ñäåëàòü ñîáñòâåííûé âûáîð .

Lest the only one betrayed
×òîáû íèêòî íå ïðåäàë ,

Will be standing center stage
Ïîñòîé â öåíòðå âíèìàíèÿ .

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Ìåòêè:  

POTF - The Game (àëüáîì "Clearview" 2016).

Äíåâíèê

Ïÿòíèöà, 01 Äåêàáðÿ 2017 ã. 03:14 + â öèòàòíèê
Èãðà.

She’s plastic, she’s speed read, a classic line between the lines
Îíà ïëàñòè÷íà , îíà ñ÷èòûâàåò ñêîðîñòü ,êëàññè÷åñêàÿ ëèíèÿ ìåæäó ðåïëèêàìè.

Fantastic and half dead, his tactic, blind to warning signs
Ïîòðÿñàþùàÿ è ïîëóì¸ðòâàÿ ,åãî òàêòèêà ,ñëåïà ê ïðåäóïðåæäàþùèì çíàêàì

Her clashes of colors are flashes of society
Ÿ öâåòíûå êîíôëèêòû - ýòî êàäðû îáùåñòâà .

In ashes his dollars like posters of a tragic love story
Åãî äîëëàðû â ïåïëå , ñëîâíî ïëàêàòû ñ òðàãè÷åñêîé èñòîðèåé ëþáâè .

See the puppet master laugh, astride a pale horse
Óâèäåòü õîõî÷óùåãî ìàñòåðà ìàðèîíåòîê ,âåðõîì íà áëåäíîì êîíå

And take another photograph, for selfie intercourse
È ñäåëàòü åù¸ îäèí ñíèìîê , â ñåëôè îáùåíèè .

Reading out the epitaph of our pointless wars
Çà÷èòàòü ýïèòàôèþ íàøèõ áåññìûñëåííûõ âîéí,

For love we will tear us down
Ðàäè ëþáâè ìû ïîãóáèì ñåáÿ .

He’s shooting at shadows, portraying a proper soldier boy
Îí ñòðåëÿåò â òåíè , èçîáðàæàÿ íàñòîÿùåãî ñîëäàòèêà

She’s thinking, in logos, still searching for the real mccoy
Îíà äóìàåò ,â ëîãîòèïàõ,åù¸ èùóò íàñòîÿùóþ Ìàêêîé.

Broadcasters, they’ve got this, disasters, a wasp of a satire
Äèêòîðû , îíè ïîëó÷àò ýòî,áåäñòâèÿ, æàëÿùàÿ ñàòèðà .

Like actors who french kiss right after someone stole their fire
Ïîäîáíî àêò¸ðàì ,êîòîðûå öåëóþòñÿ ñðàçó ïîñëå ,êàê íåêòî ïîõèòèò èõ îãîíü .

See/Hear the puppet master laugh, astride a pale horse
Óâèäåòü/Óñëûøàòü õîõî÷óùåãî ìàñòåðà ìàðèîíåòîê ,âåðõîì íà áëåäíîì êîíå

And take another photograph, for selfie intercourse
È ñäåëàòü åù¸ îäèí ñíèìîê , â ñåëôè îáùåíèè .

Reading out the epitaph of our pointless wars
Çà÷èòàòü ýïèòàôèþ íàøèõ áåññìûñëåííûõ âîéí,

For love we will tear us
Ðàäè ëþáâè ìû ïîãóáèì ñåáÿ .

Down that beaten path she treads
Ïî ïðîòîðåííîìó ïóòè îíà íàñòóïàåò .

Mirage the blushing bride he weds
Åãî ïîíåäåëüíèê,ìèðàæ êðàñíîé íåâåñòû.

Yesterday’s diamonds and pearls
Â÷åðàøíèå áðèëëèàíòû è æåì÷óãà

Now worthless trinkets in their world
Òåïåðü áåñïîëåçíûå áåçäåëóøêè â èõ ìèðå .

The salty tang of blood, sensations running hot
Ñîë¸íûé ïðèâêóñ ,îñîáåííîñòü êðîâè , îùóùåíèÿ íàêàëÿþòñÿ

Snow blindness in pitch darkness, mindless rage
Ñíåæíàÿ ñëåïîòà â êðîìåøíîé òüìå , ãëóïî ïñèõîâàòü

And then you see the puppet master laugh
È òîãäà òû óâèäèøü õîõî÷óùåãî ìàñòåðà ìàðèîíåòîê

And take another photograph
È ñäåëàé äðóãîé ñíèìîê .

See/Hear the puppet master laugh, astride a pale horse
Óâèäåòü/Óñëûøàòü õîõî÷óùåãî ìàñòåðà ìàðèîíåòîê ,âåðõîì íà áëåäíîì êîíå

And take another photograph, for selfie intercourse
È ñäåëàòü åù¸ îäèí ñíèìîê , â ñåëôè îáùåíèè .

Reading out the epitaph of our pointless wars
Çà÷èòàòü ýïèòàôèþ íàøèõ áåññìûñëåííûõ âîéí,

When love, love could be our crown
Êîãäà ëþáîâü , ëþáîâü ìîæåò áûòü íàøèì âåíöîì .

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îðèãèíàëüíûé òåêñò ãðóïïû "POTF".
Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì "Clearview" 2016

Ìåòêè:  

POTF - Smoke and Mirrors (àëüáîì "Twilight Theater" 2010).

Äíåâíèê

Âîñêðåñåíüå, 03 Äåêàáðÿ 2017 ã. 02:58 + â öèòàòíèê
Äûì è çåðêàëà .

I danced a tango with my hubris high on youth
ß òàíöåâàë òàíãî ñî âñåì ñâîèì þíîøåñêèì âûñîêîìåðèåì

We swept across the dance floor to subjective truth
Ìû ñêîëüçèëè ïî òàíöïîëó â ñóáúåêòèâíîé òî÷íîñòè

But there was no harmony there
Íî òàì íå áûëî ãàðìîíèè , òàì

No reason for coexistence
íå áûëî ïîâîäà äëÿ ñîñóùåñòâîâàíèÿ

Nothing to span the distance, now
Íè÷åãî íå ñîåäèíèò óäàë¸ííîñòè , òåïåðü

Do we even know who we are
Ìû äàæå çíàåì , êòî ìû òàêèå

Living like all life is forfeit
Îáðàç æèçíè , ñëîâíî âñÿ æèçíü èãðà â ôàíòû

Like we can just go redefine it
Ñëîâíî ìû ìîæåì ïåðåñìîòðåòü ýòî

Regardless what we broke
Íå ñ÷èòàÿñü ñ òåì , ÷òî ìû ðàçîðåíû .

Who died and made us stars
Êòî óìåð è ñäåëàë íàñ çâ¸çäàìè

With our intellectual gambits
Ñ íàøèìè èíòåëëåêòóàëüíûìè óëîâêàìè

Our millionaire flair and our antics
Íàøå ÷óòü¸ ìèëëèîíåðà è íàøå ôèãëÿðñòâî

We’re like mirrors seen through smoke
Ñëîâíî ìû çåðêàëà âèäèìûå ñêâîçü äûì .

I tried a shanty with the fool to find my pace
×òîáû íàéòè ñâîé òåìï , ÿ ïîïðîáîâàë ïåñíþ øóòà

Anything from puns to jests to intertwine our ways
×òî - ëèáî êàëàìáóðíîå äî îñòðîòû , ïåðåïëåòàåò íàøè ïóòè .

But there was no loyalty to hope
Òàì íåò âåðîÿòíîñòè â íàäåæäå ,

And funny the need for mercy
Íî ñòðàííàÿ ïîòðåáíîñòü â ñîñòðàäàíèè

How it makes us bleed all mercy, now
Êàê ýòî çàñòàâèò íàñ ñïóñòèòü âñþ óäà÷ó , òåïåðü

Do we even know who we are…
Ìû äàæå çíàåì , êòî ìû òàêèå ...

Now the melody’s void of sympathy
Òåïåðü ïóñòàÿ ìåëîäèÿ èç ñî÷óâñòâèÿ ,

cos that shit’s in byte size bits on YouTube
ïîòîìó ÷òî ýòî äåðüìî ðàçìåðîì ñ áàéò íà YouTube,

so tell me what am I supposed to do
òàê ñêàæè ìíå ,÷òî ÿ äîëæåí ñäåëàòü

When the malady’s no remedy
Êîãäà ó áîëåçíè íåò ëåêàðñòâ ,

Till we reach the lowest absolute
Ïîêà ìû íå äîéä¸ì äî íèçøåãî àáñîëþòà .

And necessity will finally force something through what’s walling you
Íî ÷òî-òî ,â êîíöå êîíöîâ, íåèçáåæíî çàñòàâèò ïðîéòè ñêâîçü òâîè âîçâåä¸ííûå ñòåíû .

Do we even know who we are…
Ìû äàæå çíàåì ,êòî ìû òàêèå ...

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ïåðåâîä ìîé è Google/ îðèãèíàëüíûé òåêñò ãðóïïû "POTF".
Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì "Twilight Theater" 2010

Ìåòêè:  

POTF - Nothing stays the same(àëüáîì "Jealous Gods" 2014).

Äíåâíèê

Ïîíåäåëüíèê, 04 Äåêàáðÿ 2017 ã. 02:14 + â öèòàòíèê
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 .

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ïåðåâîä ìîé è Google/ îðèãèíàëüíûé òåêñò ãðóïïû "POTF".
Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì "Jealous Gods" 2014

Ìåòêè:  

POTF - Clear Blue Sky (àëüáîì "Jealous Gods" 2014).

Äíåâíèê

Ñóááîòà, 09 Äåêàáðÿ 2017 ã. 02:35 + â öèòàòíèê
×èñòîå ãîëóáîå íåáî .


I want to feel the sun shine
ß õî÷ó ïî÷óâñòâîâàòü ñîëíå÷íûé ñâåò

On my face like a new day’s just begun
Íà ñâî¸ì ëèöå , êàê òîëüêî íà÷í¸òñÿ íîâûé äåíü.

And I’ll steal a moment’s fun
È ÿ óêðàäó ìãíîâåíèå

And reflect on all those days long dead and gone
È ïîäóìàþ î òîì âðåìåíè , äàâíî ïðîøåäøåì è ì¸ðòâîì .

The memories still rock my cradle
Âîñïîìèíàíèÿ âñ¸ åù¸ êà÷àþò ìîþ êîëûáåëü ,

Yesterdays sing me a lullaby
Êîëûáåëüíóþ ïî¸ò ìíå ïðîøëîå .

I can’t fight it
ß íå ìîãó áîðîòüñÿ ñ ýòèì

It takes me back
Îíî âîçâðàùàåò ìåíÿ îáðàòíî

To the days when you and I ran free of worries
Ê òåì äíÿì , êîãäà òû è ÿ èìåëè ïîëíóþ ñâîáîäó îò çàáîò

Underneath the wide, clear, blue sky
Ïîä íåîáúÿòíûì,÷èñòûì ,ãîëóáûì íåáîì .

I’ll never be the one, no
Íåò , ÿ íèêîãäà íå áóäó òåì

To regret the things that I have never done
Ñîæàëåþùåì î âåùàõ , ÷òî íèêîãäà íå äåëàë .

And I’ll reason with, with myself till I no longer feel the need to justify
È ÿ áóäó óáåäèòåëåí , ñ ñàìèì ñîáîé , à ïîêà ÿ áîëåå íå ÷óâñòâóþ íåîáõîäèìîñòè îïðàâäûâàòüñÿ .

I can’t fight it
ß íå ìîãó áîðîòüñÿ ñ ýòèì

It takes me back
Îíî âîçâðàùàåò ìåíÿ îáðàòíî

And I remember reaching high,
È ÿ ïîìíþ âûñøåå äîñòèæåíèå ,

like borne on wings of sheer belief through my clear blue sky
÷èñòàÿ Âåðà íà êðûëüÿõ , ÷åðåç ìî¸ ÿñíîå ãîëóáîå íåáî .

Thinking ’bout the times we had
Ðàçìûøëåíèÿ î âðåìåíè , êîòîðûì ìû îáëàäàëè ,

All our days in the sun
Âñå íàøè ñîëíå÷íûå äíè .

Memories now brilliant and mad
Ñåé÷àñ âîñïîìèíàíèÿ ñâåðêàþùèå è ñóìàñáðîäíûå

They still linger on
Îíè âñ¸ åù¸ ìåäëÿò .

Can’t fight it
Íå ìîãó áîðîòüñÿ ñ ýòèì

It takes me back
Îíî âîçâðàùàåò ìåíÿ îáðàòíî .

To the days when you and I ran free of worries
Ê òåì äíÿì , êîãäà òû è ÿ èìåëè ïîëíóþ ñâîáîäó îò çàáîò

Underneath the wide, clear, blue sky
Ïîä íåîáúÿòíûì,÷èñòûì,ãîëóáûì íåáîì .

I can’t fight it
ß íå ìîãó áîðîòüñÿ ñ ýòèì

It takes me back
Îíî âîçâðàùàåò ìåíÿ îáðàòíî .

And I remember reaching high,
È ÿ ïîìíþ âûñøåå äîñòèæåíèå ,

like borne on wings of sheer belief through my clear blue sky
îãðîìíàÿ Âåðà íà êðûëüÿõ , ÷åðåç ìî¸ ÿñíîå ãîëóáîå íåáî .

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ïåðåâîä ìîé è Google/ îðèãèíàëüíûé òåêñò ãðóïïû "POTF"
Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì "Jealous Gods" 2014

Ìåòêè:  

POTF - Rumors (àëüáîì "Jealous Gods" 2014).

Äíåâíèê

Ñðåäà, 13 Äåêàáðÿ 2017 ã. 02:44 + â öèòàòíèê
Ñïëåòíè.


Like whispered hot secrets your restless dreams will fade away
Îò æàðêîãî ïåðåø¸ïòûâàíèÿ ñåêðåòîâ , òâîè íåóãîìîííûå ìå÷òû íà÷íóò èñ÷åçàòü

In still life like motion slow through the frantic rush of the day
Âñ¸ ðàâíî æèçíü , êàê çàìåäëåííîå äâèæåíèå ñêâîçü áåçóìíûé àæèîòàæ äíÿ .

With lackeys of lust crowding the streets
Ñ ïîõîòëèâûìè ëàêåÿìè ïåðåïîëíåííûõ óëèö .

N’ I know they would steal your heart to see my love tortured
Íåò , ÿ çíàþ îíè óêðàäóò òâî¸ ñåðäöå , ÷òîáû óâèäåòü ìó÷åíèÿ ìîåé ëþáâè

Render trust a hostage to fortune
Èçîáðàæàÿ äîâåðèå çàëîæíèêó ñóäüáû.

Rumors seduce like fire
Ñïëåòíè ñîáëàçíÿþò , êàê îãîíü
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Seducing illusions driving the chariot of hearts astray
Ñîáëàçíÿþùèå èëëþçèè âîäÿò êîëåñíèöó çàáëóäøèõ ñåðäåö.

Standing silent vigil over the moments of ease that still remain
Íåïîäâèæíîå ìîë÷àëèâîå äåæóðñòâî â ìîìåíòû ë¸ãêîñòè ,êîòîðûå åù¸ äåðæàòñÿ .

With a thorn to the side for every good deed
Ñ øèïîì â ñòîðîíó êàæäîãî õîðîøåãî ïîñòóïêà

N’ I know they would steal your heart…
Íåò , ÿ çíàþ îíè óêðàäóò òâî¸ ñåðäöå ...
Oooh…

Every day is a day we awake into this life
Êàæäûé äåíü - ýòî äåíü íàøåãî ïðîáóæäåíèÿ ê æèçíè ,

Another chance another line to define
Åù¸ îäèí øàíñ äëÿ îïðåäåëåíèÿ äðóãîãî íàïðàâëåíèÿ ,

And we will dance, we will play, and experience a lifetime
È ìû ñòàíöóåì , ìû ñûãðàåì è ïðîæèâ¸ì âñþ æèçíü .

Every day is a day we die
Êàæäûé äåíü - ýòî äåíü íàøåé ñìåðòè

Cos I know they would steal your heart…
Ïîòîìó ÷òî ÿ çíàþ , îíè óêðàäóò òâî¸ ñåðäöå ...

N’ I know they would steal your heart to see my love tortured
Íåò , ÿ çíàþ , ÷òî îíè óêðàäóò òâî¸ ñåðäöå , ÷òîáû óâèäåòü ìó÷åíèÿ ìîåé ëþáâè

Render trust a hostage to fortune
Èçîáðàæàÿ äîâåðèå çàëîæíèêó ñóäüáû .

Rumors seduce like wildfire
Ñïëåòíè îáîëüùàþò , êàê äèêèé îãîíü .

Steal your heart to see my love tortured…
Âûêðàäè ñâî¸ ñåðäöå , ÷òîáû óâèäåòü ìó÷åíèÿ ìîåé ëþáâè ...

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ïåðåâîä ìîé è Google/ îðèãèíàëüíûé òåêñò ãðóïïû "POTF"
Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì "Jealous Gods" 2014

Ìåòêè:  

POTF - Miss Impossible (àëüáîì "Revolution Roulette" 2008).

Äíåâíèê

Ïÿòíèöà, 15 Äåêàáðÿ 2017 ã. 02:28 + â öèòàòíèê
Ìèññ Íåâåðîÿòíîñòü .


She can see about four satellites every minute of the hour
 êàæäîé ìèíóòå ÷àñà îíà ìîæåò âèäåòü îêîëî ÷åòûð¸õ ñïóòíèêîâ .

And find a four leaf clover where you never saw a flower
È íàéòè ÷åòûð¸õëèñòíèê , ãäå òû íèêîãäà íå âèäåë öâåòêà .

She’s habitually paradoxical, a parallel perpendicular
Îíà ,êàê ïðàâèëî ,íåëîãè÷íà , ïàðàëëåëüíî ïåðïåíäèêóëÿðíà

Barefoot in nightgowns, that’s how she dances in the rain
Áîñèêîì â íî÷íûõ íàðÿäàõ , èìåííî òàê îíà òàíöóåò ïîä äîæä¸ì .

Sundown to sundown, like she was washing ‘way her pain
Îò çàêàòà äî çàêàòà , áóäòî òàêèì îáðàçîì îíà ñòèðàëà ñâîþ áîëü

As she is beautiful, she’s unpredictable
Îíà êðàñàâèöà , îíà íåïðåäñêàçóåìàÿ ,

Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her
×åðòîâñêè íåîòðàçèìàÿ , ðàçóìíî ëè áóäåò íåíàâèäåòü å¸ .

She is my common sense, revels on decadence
Îíà - ìîé çäðàâûé ñìûñë , íàñëàæäàþùèéñÿ äåêàäàíñîì

But what’s the difference, it’s impossible to bait her
Íî êàêàÿ ðàçíèöà , ïðîñòî íåâîçìîæíî ïîéìàòü å¸ íà ïðèìàíêó .

She can really be a handful like the brownies that she bakes you
Îíà ìîæåò áûòü ñóùèì íàêàçàíèåì ,ëþáÿùàÿ ïèðîæíûå ,÷òî ïå÷¸ò òåáå .

It can be a tad hysterical, but never quite the breakthrough
Îíà ìîæåò ñòàòü íåìíîãî èñòåðè÷íîé , íî ïîëíîñòüþ íå ñðûâàåòñÿ

She’s some kind of an epitome, the sea of intranquility
Îíà ñâîåãî ðîäà îáðàçåö , ìîðÿ àíòèñïîêîéñòâèÿ .

In flimsy nightgowns, barefoot she dances in the rain
 ë¸ãêèõ íî÷íûõ íàðÿäàõ , áîñèêîì îíà òàíöóåò ïîä äîæä¸ì

Sundown to sundown, like she was washing ‘way her pain
Îò çàêàòà äî çàêàòà , áóäòî òàêèì îáðàçîì îíà ñòèðàëà ñâîþ áîëü

As she is beautiful, she’s unpredictable
Îíà êðàñàâèöà , îíà íåïðåäñêàçóåìàÿ ,

Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her
×åðòîâñêè íåîòðàçèìàÿ , ðàçóìíî ëè áóäåò íåíàâèäåòü å¸ .

She is my common sense, revels on decadence
Îíà - ìîé çäðàâûé ñìûñë , íàñëàæäàþùèéñÿ äåêàäàíñîì

But what’s the difference, it’s an impossible debate
Íî êàêàÿ ðàçíèöà , ýòî íåðàçðåøèìûé ñïîð .

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ïåðåâîä ìîé è Google/ îðèãèíàëüíûé òåêñò ãðóïïû "POTF"
Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì "Revolution Roulette" 2008

Ìåòêè:  

POTF - Psychosis (àëüáîì "Revolution Roulette" 2008 ).

Äíåâíèê

Âîñêðåñåíüå, 17 Äåêàáðÿ 2017 ã. 01:52 + â öèòàòíèê
Ïñèõîçû.


Well it’s a different man in your face
×òî æå , ýòî ñîâñåì äðóãîé ÷åëîâåê íà òâî¸ì ëèöå

And so out of place
È òàê íå ê ìåñòó.

That you can see anything there that you wish
Òû ìîæåøü óâèäåòü òàì , âñ¸ ÷òî óãîäíî , ÷òî çàõî÷åøü

Kiss my bliss
Ïîöåëóé ìî¸ áëàæåíñòâî .

It’s like I’m a welcoming freakshow doormat
Ñëîâíî ÿ ïðèâåòñòâóþ ôðèê-øîó òðÿïêîé

Held in awe while growing fat in the head
Âíóøàÿ òðåïåò ,îòðàùèâàÿ æèð â ãîëîâå.

This is where we all should see red
Èìåííî òàì ìû âñå äîëæíû âèäåòü êðàñíûé

A big fat wet slab of red
Áîëüøîé ,æèðíûé,ìîêðûé êóñîê êðàñíîãî .

And I see that it makes me anti everything
È ÿ âèæó , ýòî äåëàåò ìåíÿ ïðîòèâíèêîì âñåãî .

And I see that it makes me want to shed my skin, shed my skin
È ÿ âèæó , ýòî çàñòàâëÿåò ìåíÿ õîòåòü ,ñáðîñèòü ñâîþ êîæó ,ñáðîñèòü êîæó.

Revelation leading to my psychosis and inspiration
Îçàðåíèå ,âåäóùåå ê ìîåìó ïñèõîçó è âäîõíîâåíèþ ,

Digest another hallucination, psychosis by recreation
Îáçîð äðóãèõ ãàëëþöèíàöèé ,ïñèõîç äîñóãà

Happy till the next deterioration, psychosis
Ñ÷àñòëèâûé äî ñëåäóþùåãî óõóäøåíèÿ ,ïñèõîçà

For you it’s a different notion of music and motion
Äëÿ òåáÿ ýòî äðóãîå ïîíÿòèå ìóçûêè è ìåõàíèçìà

A dance of lights, a prosaic ocean
Òàíåö îãíåé ,ñêó÷íûé îêåàí .

A delicate, nearly transparent creation of somebody’s soul on the screen
Õðóïêîå ,ïî÷òè ïðîçðà÷íîå ñîçäàíèå ÷üåé-òî äóøè íà ýêðàíå ,

Has caught you in between
Ïîéìàþò òåáÿ â ëîâóøêó ìåæäó,

Of somebody’s life on the stage and somebody’s life on the frontpage
×üåé-òî æèçíüþ íà ñöåíå è ÷üåé-òî æèçíüþ íà ãëàâíîé ñòðàíèöå .

And this is where we all should see red
Èìåííî òàì ìû âñå äîëæíû óâèäåòü êðàñíûé

A big fat laughing mouth of red
Áîëüøîé ,æèðíûé,ñìåþùèéñÿ êðàñíûé ðîò .

And I see that it makes me anti everything
È ÿ âèæó ,ýòî äåëàåò ìåíÿ ïðîòèâíèêîì âñåãî

And I see that it makes me want to shed my skin, shed my skin
È ÿ âèæó ,ýòî çàñòàâëÿåò ìåíÿ õîòåòü ,ñáðîñèòü ñâîþ êîæó ,ñáðîñèòü êîæó .

I think I’m gonna start my own religion
ß äóìàþ ,ÿ çàõî÷ó îñíîâàòü ñâîþ ðåëèãèþ

Seems to be the recipe for a new sensation
Ïîõîæå ,ýòî ðåöåïò äëÿ íîâûõ îùóùåíèé .

Think it’s gonna make a trendy revolution
Äóìàéòå , ÷òî ýòî áóäåò ìîäíàÿ ðåâîëþöèÿ

Quite the contribution to the unnatural selection
Ñîâåðøåííûé âêëàä â íååñòåñòâåííûé îòáîð .

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Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì "Revolution Roulette" 2008

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