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Poets of the Fall - Children of the Sun ( àëüáîì '' Clearview '' 2016 ãîäà ).

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Âîñêðåñåíüå, 15 Íîÿáðÿ 2020 ã. 22:10 + â öèòàòíèê
Äåòè Ñîëíöà.


Parallel to life,
Îäíîâðåìåííî ñ æèçíüþ,

there's wisdom that seems out of reach,
åñòü ìóäðîñòü, êîòîðàÿ êàæåòñÿ íåäîñòèæèìîé,

like a figure of speech,
êàê îáîðîò ðå÷è,

in a maze of white lies,
ðàñïîëîæåíà â áåëûõ ëàáèðèíòàõ,

so elusive it's hard to recognise,
òàê íåóëîâèìî, ÷òî òðóäíî ðàñïîçíàòü,

with naivety's eyes.
ñ íàèâíûìè ãëàçàìè.

It's like running with a knife,
Ýòî ñëîâíî ðàäîñòü ñ íîæîì,

the thought steals away with your peace
ìûñëü êðàä¸ò òâîé ïîêîé

and high on that trapeze,
è âûñîêî íà ýòîé òðàïåöèè,

you hold on to me,
òû äåðæèñü ìåíÿ,

you hold on to me.
òû äåðæèñü ìåíÿ.

And I'll be singing you songs of tomorrow,
È ÿ áóäó ïåòü òåáå ïåñíè çàâòðàøíåãî äíÿ,

And then dawn will follow
À ïîòîì íàñòóïèò ðàññâåò

And our sorrows all undone
È âñå íàøè ïå÷àëè ðàçðóøàòñÿ

When you're done with all the strife,
Êîãäà çàêîí÷èøü ñî âñåé ýòîé âðàæäîé,

when they echo the minds in the streets,
õîòÿ îíè ýõîì çâó÷àò íà óëèöàõ,

you know your heart beats,
òû çíàåøü, ÷òî òâî¸ ñåðäöå áü¸òñÿ,

a solitary call,
ïðèçûâîì îäèíî÷åñòâà,

for a change in the tone of it all,
÷òîáû èçìåíèòü òîí âñåãî ýòîãî,

you'll be scaling that wall.
òû áóäåøü ïîäíèìàòüñÿ ïî ñòåíå.

And the higher you climb,
È ÷åì âûøå òû âçáèðàåøüñÿ,

the more you can see of this life,
òåì áîëüøå òû âèäèøü ýòîé æèçíè,

and on the edge of that knife,
è íà ñàìîì êðàþ îñòðèÿ,

you hold on to me,
òû äåðæèñü ìåíÿ,

hold on to me.
äåðæèñü ìåíÿ.

And I'll be singing you songs of tomorrow,
È ÿ áóäó ïåòü òåáå ïåñíè çàâòðàøíåãî äíÿ,

And then dawn will follow
À ïîòîì íàñòóïèò ðàññâåò

And our sorrows all undone
È âñå íàøè ïå÷àëè ðàçðóøàòñÿ

Yeah, I'll be singing you songs of tomorrow,
Äà, ÿ áóäó ïåòü òåáå ïåñíè çàâòðàøíåãî äíÿ,

And then dawn will follow
À ïîòîì íàñòóïèò ðàññâåò

We are children of the sun
Ìû äåòè ñîëíöà

And you know you can take this story, take your glory, make your own way
È òû çíàåøü, ÷òî ìîæåøü âçÿòü ýòó èñòîðèþ, èñïîëüçîâàòü ñâîè ñëîâà, ñîçäàòü ñâîé ñîáñòâåííûé ïóòü

Yeah, I want you to shake this story, take your glory, find your way
Äà, ÿ õî÷ó, ÷òîáû òû âñòðÿõíóë ýòó èñòîðèþ, âçÿâ ñâîè ñëîâà, íàø¸ë ñâîé ïóòü

Make your own way
Ñîçäàé ñâîé ñîáñòâåííûé ïóòü

And I'll be singing you songs of tomorrow,
È ÿ áóäó ïåòü òåáå ïåñíè çàâòðàøíåãî äíÿ,

And then dawn will follow
À ïîòîì íàñòóïèò ðàññâåò

And our sorrows all undone
È âñå íàøè ïå÷àëè ðàçðóøàòñÿ

Yeah, I'll be singing you songs of tomorrow,
Äà, ÿ áóäó ïåòü òåáå ïåñíè çàâòðàøíåãî äíÿ,

And then dawn will follow
À ïîòîì íàñòóïèò ðàññâåò

We are children of the sun
Ìû äåòè ñîëíöà

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Poets of the Fall - Once Upon a Playground Rainy ( àëüáîì '' Clearview '' 2016 ãîäà ).

Äíåâíèê

Ñðåäà, 04 Íîÿáðÿ 2020 ã. 23:33 + â öèòàòíèê
Îäíàæäû íà èãðîâîé ïëîùàäêå, â äîæäü.

Hello old lovers of mine, my little boy wishes of fortune's kisses
Ïðèâåò ìîèì áûâøèì âîçëþáëåííûì, ìîé ìàëåíüêèé ìàëü÷èê æåëàåò ïîöåëóåâ íà ñ÷àñòüå

Now dreams cast aside
Òåïåðü ìå÷òû îòáðîøåíû

In the fading light your crown of thorns becomes a halo of branching horns
 óãàñàþùåì ñâåòå âàøà êîðîíà èç øèïîâ ïðåâðàùàåòñÿ â íèìá ðàçâåòâëÿþùèõñÿ ðîãîâ

And yet so beautiful
È âñ¸ - òàêè òàê êðàñèâû

I see you gently swaying in a sea of seesaws
ß âèæó òåáÿ â ìàðåâå êîëåáëþùåãîñÿ ìîðÿ

Slumming in the shack Tony built last year
 õèæèíå òðóùîá, êîòîðóþ Òîíè ïîñòðîèë â ïðîøëîì ãîäó

I know you'll be holding court with jackdaws
ß çíàþ, ÷òî òû áóäåøü â ñóäå ñ ìèëîðäàìè

Crying when nobody ever sees your tears
Ïëà÷, êîãäà íèêòî íå âèäèò òâîèõ ñë¸ç

When no-one sees your tears
Êîãäà íèêòî íå óâèäèò òâîèõ ñë¸ç

What used to fly us from here to the stratosphere
×òî ìû èñïîëüçîâàëè, ÷òîáû óëåòàòü â ñòðàòîñôåðó ?

What became of our passion
×òî ñòàëî ñ íàøåé ñòðàñòüþ ?

Is there no-one who cares
Íèêîãî ýòî íå âîëíóåò

Hear the soft minor key of the one time me
Óñëûøü îäíàæäû îò ìåíÿ ìÿãêóþ ìèíîðíóþ òîíàëüíîñòü

Still the acrobat with my heart on my sleeve
Âñ¸ åù¸ àêðîáàò, ñ êîçûðåì â âèäå ñâîåãî ñåðäöà

And it's so beautiful
È ýòî òàê êðàñèâî

I see you gently swaying in a sea of seesaws...
ß âèæó òåáÿ â ìàðåâå êîëåáëþùåãîñÿ ìîðÿ...

Out back where the gates are closed
Íàçàä, ãäå âîðîòà çàêðûòû

Like a pitiful skeleton pose
Êàê íåñ÷àñòíàÿ ïîçà ñêåëåòà

We held our first line of defence
Ìû óäåðæèâàëè ïåðâóþ ëèíèþ çàùèòû

Saw our likeness and it made no sense
Óâèäåë íàøó ñõîæåñòü è ýòî ñòàëî áåññìûñëåííûì

Like toy soldiers in the muck and dirt
Êàê èãðóøå÷íûå ñîëäàòèêè, â ìåðçîñòÿõ è ïîäëîñòÿõ

Salvation in your every word
Ñïàñåíèå â êàæäîì òâî¸ì ñëîâå

Lost in the fray of everyday
Ïîòåðÿíî â ñóåòå ïîâñåäíåâíîé æèçíè

I see you gently swaying in a sea of seesaws...
ß âèæó òåáÿ â ìàðåâå êîëåáëþùåãîñÿ ìîðÿ...

You're still fighting, I see, like a modern day Bruce Lee
Òû âñ¸ åù¸ ñðàæàåøüñÿ, êàê ñîâðåìåííûé Áðþñ Ëè, ÿ âèæó

Standing proud in this parody
Ãîðäàÿ ýòîé ïàðîäèåé

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Äíåâíèê

Ñðåäà, 28 Îêòÿáðÿ 2020 ã. 23:55 + â öèòàòíèê
Õðóñòàëüíà.


I ain't so pure of heart myself that I can go and say how you should be
ß íå íàñòîëüêî ÷èñò ñåðäöåì, ÷òîáû ìîã ïîéòè è ñêàçàòü, êàêèì òû äîëæåí áûòü

But I know the temptation
Íî ÿ çíàêîì ñ èñêóøåíèåì

The meaning you will give your life is up to you no safety guaranteed
Ñìûñë, êîòîðûé òû ïðèäàøü ñâîåé æèçíè, çàâèñèò îò òåáÿ, áåç ãàðàíòèé áåçîïàñíîñòè

But it will be amazing
Íî ýòî áóäåò íåâåðîÿòíî

Spectres of suspicion hone in on your love
Ïðèçðàêè ïîäîçðåíèÿ ñîâåðøåíñòâóþòñÿ â òâîåé ëþáâè

Hungry inquisition always wanting more
Ãîëîäíîå íàêàçàíèå âñåãäà õî÷åò áîëüøåãî

Here I am, look at me now, you're living in a world of wonder
ß çäåñü, ïîñìîòðè íà ìåíÿ ñåé÷àñ, òû æèâ¸øü â ÷óäåñíîì ìèðå

Come to me now, we will make it somehow
Ïðèõîäè êî ìíå ñåé÷àñ, òàê èëè èíà÷å ìû ñïðàâèìñÿ

Here I am, singing your song, believing, though the world's asunder
Âîò ÿ, ïîþ òâîþ ïåñíþ, âåðÿ, íåñìîòðÿ íà ðàçäåë¸ííûé ìèð

This is our time and our love is crystalline
Ýòî íàøå âðåìÿ è íàøà ëþáîâü õðóñòàëüíà

Place your hand against the wall and follow every contour till you're free
Ðàñïîëîæè ðóêó íà ôîíå ñòåíû è ñëåäóé çà êàæäûì èçãèáîì, ïîêà íå îñâîáîäèøüñÿ

Yourself forgiven
Ñåáÿ ïðîñòÿ

So what are you a slave to now when every winding maze will disappear
Êîãäà êàæäûé èçâèëèñòûé ëàáèðèíò èñ÷åçíåò, òàê ÷òî, òû òåïåðü ðàá

What makes your prison
×òî äåëàåò òâîþ òþðüìó ?

Spectres of suspicion hone in on your love
Ïðèçðàêè ïîäîçðåíèÿ ñîâåðøåíñòâóþòñÿ â òâîåé ëþáâè

Hungry inquisition always wanting more
Ãîëîäíîå íàêàçàíèå âñåãäà õî÷åò áîëüøåãî

Here I am...
ß çäåñü...

When it seems like there ain't no way out
Êîãäà êàæåòñÿ, ÷òî âûõîäà íå ñóùåñòâóåò

And you feel like going underground
È òû ÷óâñòâóåøü ñåáÿ òàê, ñëîâíî çåìëÿ óõîäèò èç-ïîä íîã

What's the choice where everybody wins
Êàêîé âûáîð, ãäå âñå âûèãðûâàþò

Past the point of no return
Ïðîøëè òî÷êó íåâîçâðàòà

This labyrinth will up and burn
Ýòîò ëàáèðèíò âîçüì¸ò è ñãîðèò

As bright as the puppet master grins
Òàê æå ÿðêî, êàê óõìûëêà êóêîëüíèêà

You will stand a vision of your world of wonder
Ó òåáÿ áóäåò âèäåíüå ñâîåãî ÷óäåñíîãî ìèðà

And play your hand, magician, like there's no tomorrow
È âîäè ñâîåé ðóêîé , âîëøåáíèê, ñëîâíî çàâòðà íå ñóùåñòâóåò

Here I am...
ß çäåñü...

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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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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 - 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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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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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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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 .


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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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