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Poets of the Fall - Late Goodbye ( àëüáîì ''Signs of life'' 2005 ãîä ).

Äíåâíèê

Âòîðíèê, 28 Èþëÿ 2020 ã. 23:12 + â öèòàòíèê
Ïîñëåäíåå ïðîùàé.

In our headlights, staring, bleak, beer cans, deer’s eyes
 ñâåò íàøèõ ôàð ïîïàäàþòñÿ ïèâíûå áàíêè è óíûëûå ãëàçà îëåíÿ

On the asphalt underneath, our crushed plans and my lies
Ïîä êîë¸ñàìè íà àñôàëüòå, íàøè ðàçðóøåííûå ïëàíû è ìîÿ ëîæü

Lonely street signs, power lines, they keep on flashing, flashing by
Îäèíîêèå óêàçàòåëè óëèö, ëèíèè ýëåêòðîïåðåäà÷, îíè ìèãàþò, ìåðöàþò


And we keep driving into the night
À ìû ïðîäîëæàåì åõàòü â íî÷è

It’s a late goodbye, such a late goodbye
Ýòî îêîí÷àòåëüíîå ïðîùàé, òàêîå ñïîêîéíîå ïðîùàé

And we keep driving into the night
È ìû ïðîäîëæàåì åõàòü â íî÷è

It’s a late goodbye
Ýòî îêîí÷àòåëüíîå ïðîùàé

Your breath hot upon my cheek, and we crossed, that line
ß åù¸ ÷óâñòâóþ òâî¸ äûõàíèå íà ùåêå, íî ìû ïðîøëè ýòî

You made me strong when I was feeling weak, and we crossed, that one time
Òû ñäåëàëà ìåíÿ ñèëüíûì, êîãäà ÿ ÷óâñòâîâàë ñåáÿ íèê÷¸ìíûì, íî ìû ïðîøëè ýòî, â îäèí ìîìåíò

Screaming stop signs, staring wild eyes, keep on flashing, flashing by
Êðè÷àùèå ñòîï-ñèãíàëû, óñòàâèëèñü äèêèìè ãëàçàìè, ïðîäîëæàþò ìèãàòü, ìåðöàòü


And we keep driving into the night
À ìû ïðîäîëæàåì åõàòü â íî÷è

It’s a late goodbye, such a late goodbye
Ýòî îêîí÷àòåëüíîå ïðîùàé, òàêîå ñïîêîéíîå ïðîùàé

And we keep driving into the night
È ìû ïðîäîëæàåì åõàòü â íî÷è

It’s a late goodbye
Ýòî îêîí÷àòåëüíîå ïðîùàé


The devil grins from ear to ear when he sees the hand he’s dealt us
Äüÿâîë ñèÿåò îò óäîâîëüñòâèÿ, âèäÿ ðåçóëüòàò äåë ðóê ñâîèõ

Points at your flaming hair, and then we’re playing hide and seek
Óêàçûâàÿ íà òâîè îãíåííûå âîëîñû, à ïîòîì ìû èãðàåì â ïðÿòêè

I can’t breathe easy here, less our trail’s gone cold behind us
ß íå ìîãó ëåãêî äûøàòü çäåñü, èíà÷å íàø ñëåä îñòûíåò ïîçàäè íàñ

Till’ in the john mirror you stare at yourself grown old and weak
Äî òîãî âðåìåíè, êîãäà â çåðêàëå çàäíåãî âèäà, òû ïîñìîòðèøü è óâèäèøü ñåáÿ ñòàðèêîì

And we keep driving into the night
À ìû ïðîäîëæàåì åõàòü â íî÷è

It’s a late goodbye, such a late goodbye…
Ýòî îêîí÷àòåëüíîå ïðîùàé, òàêîå ñïîêîéíîå ïðîùàé...

Based on a poem by Sam Lake
Ïî ìîòèâàì ñòèõîòâîðåíèÿ Ñýìà Ëåéêà

*Ïåðåâîä ìîé è Google / îðèãèíàëüíûé òåêñò ãðóïïû '' Poets of the Fall ''.
Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì "Signs of Life" 2005
Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/Ñáîðíèê "Alchemy Vol.1" 2011

Ìåòêè:  

POTF - Don't mess with me ( àëüáîì " Signs of Life " 2005 ãîäà ).

Äíåâíèê

Âîñêðåñåíüå, 01 Ìàðòà 2020 ã. 15:16 + â öèòàòíèê
Íå ëåçüòå êî ìíå.

Sometimes I know there’s nothing to say
ß çíàþ, ÷òî èíîé ðàç ìíå ëó÷øå íè÷åãî íå ãîâîðèòü

So do I pick up my puzzle and just walk away
Òàê ÷òî ÿ çàáèðàþ ñâîè ãîëîâîëîìêè è ïðîñòî óõîæó

Do I follow my conscience
Ïðèäåðæèâàþñü ëè ÿ ñâîèõ óáåæäåíèé ?

Am I mock sincere
Èëè îòêðîâåííî íàñìåõàþñü ?

I don’t know what I’m doing here
ß íå çíàþ, ÷òî ÿ çäåñü äåëàþ.

I have a knack for perceiving things
ß óìåþ ðàñïîçíàâàòü ðàçíîå

I can see how it sounds
ß âèæó,êàê ýòî ïðîçâó÷èò

I can feel how it sings
ß ÷óâñòâóþ, êàê ýòî ñïåòü

When you paint me an image of who you are
Êîãäà òû ìíå ðèñóåøü ñåáÿ

I know it’s the best by far
ß çíàþ,÷òî íà ñåãîäíÿ ýòî ëó÷øåå

So
Òàê

Don’t, don’t, don’t mess my hair, if all you do is fake it
Íå íàäî, íå ëåçüòå êî ìíå, åñëè âñ¸ , ÷òî âû äåëàåòå , ýòî ïîääåëêà

Don’t, don’t, don’t say you care, cos I could never shake it
Íå íóæíî, íå ãîâîðèòå, ÷òî âàì âñ¸ ðàâíî, ïîòîìó ÷òî ÿ íèêîãäà íå èçáàâëþñü îò ýòîãî

Don’t, don’t, don’t mess with me
Íå íàäî, íå ëåçüòå êî ìíå

Don’t, don’t, don’t mess with me
Íå íàäî, íå ëåçüòå êî ìíå

No point of view is enough to quell
Áåñïîëåçíî, íå ïåðåóáåäèòå

The rigors of passion in this world I dwell
 ìèðå ñòîëüêî æåñòîêîñòè, íî ÿ â í¸ì æèâó

If I’m going to scale the highest wall
È åñëè ÿ ñîáèðàþñü óìåíüøèòü ñòåíó

I’m gonna give it my all
ß âñ¸ äëÿ ýòîãî ñäåëàþ

Riding along with this train of thought
Ðàçìûøëÿþ â äâèæåíèè

I see everything, I find all I sought
ß âñ¸ âèæó, ÿ íàõîæó âñ¸, ÷òî èùó

And I try to kick the habit of trying to reach
È ÿ ïûòàþñü èçìåíèòü ïðèâû÷êå, äîáèâàòüñÿ ÷åãî-òî åù¸

But there’s something I do beseech
Íî ÿ êîå-÷òî íå äîãîâàðèâàþ

So please
Òàê ïîæàëóéñòà

Don’t, don’t, don’t mess my hair, if all you do is fake it
Íå íàäî, íå ëåçüòå êî ìíå, åñëè âñ¸ , ÷òî âû äåëàåòå , ýòî ïîääåëêà

Don’t, don’t, don’t say you care, cos I could never shake it
Íå íóæíî, íå ãîâîðèòå, ÷òî âàì âñ¸ ðàâíî, ïîòîìó ÷òî ÿ íèêîãäà íå èçáàâëþñü îò ýòîãî

Don’t, don’t, don’t mess with me
Íåò, íå íóæíî ëåçòü êî ìíå

Don’t, don’t, don’t mess with me
Íåò, íå ëåçüòå êî ìíå

I’ll say it’s not surprising
ß ñêàæó, ÷òî íå óäèâë¸í

You’re sweet talking, mesmerizing, juicy and appetizing
Çàâîðàæèâàþùå, èíòåðåñíî è ïðèâëåêàòåëüíî, âû òàê ñëàäêî ãîâîðèòå

True
Ïðàâäó

But will I need to get over you
Íî íóæíî ëè ìíå ïðè ýòîì çàáûòü ñåáÿ ?

Feels like my sun is rising
Îùóùàþ, ÷òî ìî¸ ñîëíöå âñòà¸ò

Tick, tick, tick, synchronizing
Òèê-òàê, òèê-òàê, ïðîñûïàþñü

Readjusting, organizing me
Ïåðåñòðàèâàþñü, îðãàíèçóþ ñåáÿ

Is this fiction reality
Ýòî ôàíòàñòè÷åñêàÿ ðåàëüíîñòü

Bless the uncompromising
Áëàãîñëîâè íåóñòóï÷èâûõ

With no shame for advertising
Íåñìîòðÿ íè íà ÷òî, â ðåêëàìå íåò íè÷åãî ïîñòûäíîãî

When my needs go through downsizing
Êîãäà ìîè ïîòðåáíîñòè ñîêðàùàþòñÿ

I need someone to pick up my beat
Ìíå âñ¸ æå íåîáõîäèì åù¸ êòî-òî ðÿäîì

My dreams need realizing
Ìîè ìå÷òû íóæíî îñóùåñòâèòü

Candles on sugar icing
Çàäóþ ñâå÷êè íà òîðòå

Judgment and harmonizing
Ðåøåíèÿ è êîîðäèíàöèÿ

Or it’ll end up like before
Èëè âñ¸ çàêîí÷èòñÿ, êàê è ðàíüøå

Don’t, don’t, don’t mess my hair, if all you do is fake it...
Íå íàäî, íå ëåçüòå êî ìíå, åñëè âñ¸ , ÷òî âû äåëàåòå , ýòî ïîääåëêà ...

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

Ìåòêè:  

POTF - Sleep ( àëüáîì "Signs of Life" 2005 )

Äíåâíèê

Ïîíåäåëüíèê, 04 Èþíÿ 2018 ã. 03:40 + â öèòàòíèê
Óñíè .

Hear your heartbeat
Óñëûøü áèåíèå ñâîåãî ñåðäöà

Beat a frantic pace
Óäàðîâ áåøåíóþ ñêîðîñòü

And it’s not even seven AM
È ýòî íå 7 óòðà .

You’re feeling the rush
Òû îùóùàåøü ïîðûâ

Of anguish settling
Îò çàñèëüå òîñêè

You cannot help showing them in
Òû íå ìîæåøü ñäåðæàòü èõ â ýòîì

Hurry up then
Òîãäà ïîñïåøè

Or you’ll fall behind and
Èëè ïîòåðÿåøü ñâîè ïîçèöèè è

They will take control of you
Îíè óñòàíîâÿò êîíòðîëü íàä òîáîé

And you need to heal
À òû äîëæíà ðàçîáðàòüñÿ .

The hurt behind your eyes
Áîëü â ãëóáèíå òâîèõ ãëàç

Fickle words crowding your mind
Ïóñòûå ñëîâà òîëïÿòñÿ â òâî¸ì ðàçóìå .

So
È òàê

Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in
Óñíè , ìèëàÿ , ïîçâîëü ñâîèì ìå÷òàì ðàçëèòüñÿ , êàê íàâîäíåíèþ

Like waves of sweet fire, you’re safe within
Ïîäîáíî âîëíàì ñëàäêîãî æàðà , âíóòðè òû â áåçîïàñíîñòè .

Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in
Óñíè , äîðîãàÿ , ïîçâîëü íàâîäíåíèþ âîðâàòüñÿ

And carry you over to a new morning
È ïåðåíåñòè òåáÿ ñþäà , â íîâîå óòðî .

Try as you might
Ïîïðîáóé , åñëè ìîæåøü

You try to give it up
Ïðîáóé , íå ñäàâàéñÿ

Seems to be holding on fast
Áûñòðî äîâåäè äî êîíöà .

Its hand in your hand
Ïðèêàñàåòñÿ ê òâîèì ðóêàì

A shadow over your
Òåíü íàä òîáîé

A beggar for soul in your face
Ïðîñÿùàÿ äóøà , â òâî¸ì ëèöå

Still it don’t matter
Âñ¸ åù¸ íå âàæíà .

If you won’t listen
Åñëè òû íå õî÷åøü ñëóøàòü

If you won’t let it follow you
Åñëè òû íå ïîçâîëèøü ýòîìó ñëåäîâàòü çà òîáîé

You just need to heal
Òåáå ïðîñòî íóæíî èñöåëèòüñÿ

Make good all your lies
Ñäåëàé äîáðî , âñåé ñâîåé ëîæüþ

Move on and don’t look behind
Æèâè äàëüøå è íå îãëÿäûâàéñÿ .

So
È òàê

Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in…
Óñíè , ìèëàÿ , ïîçâîëü ñâîèì ìå÷òàì ðàçëèòüñÿ , êàê íàâîäíåíèþ ...

Day after day
Äåíü çà äí¸ì

Fickle visions
Ïóñòûå ìå÷òû

Messing with your head
Ïóäðÿò òâîþ ãîëîâó

Fickle, vicious
Èçìåí÷èâûå , çëîáíûå

Sleeping in your bed
Ñïÿò â òâîåé ïîñòåëè

Messing with your head
Ïóäðÿò òâîþ ãîëîâó

Fickle visions
Ïóñòûå ìå÷òû

Fickle, vicious
Èçìåí÷èâûå , çëîáíûå

Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in…
Óñíè , ìèëàÿ , ïîçâîëü ñâîèì ìå÷òàì ðàçëèòüñÿ , êàê íàâîäíåíèþ ...

Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in…
Óñíè , ìèëàÿ , ïîçâîëü ñâîèì ìå÷òàì ðàçëèòüñÿ , êàê íàâîäíåíèþ ...

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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 - 3 AM (àëüáîì " Signs of Life " 2005 ).

Äíåâíèê

×åòâåðã, 12 Àïðåëÿ 2018 ã. 03:15 + â öèòàòíèê
3 óòðà .

More than you know it I’m aware
Ìíå èçâåñòíî áîëüøå , ÷åì òû çíàåøü îá ýòîì ,

Of this connection that we share
Ýòà ñâÿçü , ÷òî íàñ îáúåäèíÿåò .

I know it seems like sometimes I don’t care
ß çíàþ , èíîãäà ýòî âûãëÿäèò , êàê áóäòî ìíå âñ¸ ðàâíî ,

But you are the colors that I wear
Íî òû - öâåòà , êîòîðûå ÿ íîøó .

It’s been a few hours, nearly dawn
Ïðîøëî ëèøü íåñêîëüêî ÷àñîâ , ïî÷òè ðàññâåëî .

You’ve been real quiet all along
Òû áûëà âñ¸ ýòî âðåìÿ î÷åíü ñïîêîéíîé .

Now, I cannot help but think there’s something wrong
ß íå çàìåòèë , íî òåïåðü äóìàþ , ÷òî ÷òî-òî íå òàê .

Hey baby, what’s going on
Ýé , äåòêà , ÷òî ñëó÷èëîñü ?

3 AM we seemed alright, couldn’t be better
3 ÓÒÐÀ íàì êàçàëîñü âñ¸ â ïîðÿäêå , ëó÷øå è áûòü íå ìîæåò ,

On our way into the light
Íà íàøåé äîðîãå ê ñâåòó .

Now 3 AM is gone, along with when there’s nothing wrong
Ñåé÷àñ 3 ÓÒÐÀ ìèíóëî , è âìåñòå ñ òåì , íè÷åãî ïëîõîãî íå ïðîèçîøëî .

3 AM it seemed alright
3 ÓÒÐÀ ýòî êàçàëîñü íîðìàëüíûì .

If I have been thoughtless, let me know
Åñëè ÿ áûë íåâíèìàòåëüíûì , äàé ìíå çíàòü .

I can take a hint you know, though I’m a little slow
Òû çíàåøü , ÿ ïîíÿë íàì¸ê , õîòü ÿ è íåìíîãî ìåäëèòåëüíûé

Just don’t keep it in you, lest it take root and grow
Òîëüêî íå äåðæè ýòî â ñåáå , èíà÷å ýòî ïóñòèò êîðíè è ðàçðàñò¸òñÿ .

The bottom line here’s I love you so
Êîðî÷å , ÿ ëþáëþ òåáÿ è òàê .

3 AM we seemed alright, couldn’t be better
3 ÓÒÐÀ íàì êàçàëîñü âñ¸ â ïîðÿäêå , ëó÷øå è áûòü íå ìîæåò ,

On our way into the light
Íà íàøåé äîðîãå ê ñâåòó .

Now 3 AM is gone, along with when there’s nothing wrong
Ñåé÷àñ 3 ÓÒÐÀ ìèíóëî , è âìåñòå ñ òåì , íè÷åãî ïëîõîãî íå ñëó÷èëîñü .

3 AM it seemed alright
3 ÓÒÐÀ ýòî êàçàëîñü íîðìàëüíûì .

3 AM we seemed alright, like never better
3 ÓÒÐÀ íàì êàçàëîñü âñ¸ õîðîøî , ëó÷øå íå áûâàåò ,

On our way into the light
Íà íàøåé äîðîãå ê ñâåòó .

Now 3 AM is gone, along with when there’s nothing wrong
Ñåé÷àñ 3 ÓÒÐÀ ìèíóëî , è âìåñòå ñ òåì , íè÷åãî ïëîõîãî íå ñëó÷èëîñü .

3 AM it seemed alright
3 ÓÒÐÀ ýòî êàçàëîñü íîðìàëüíûì .

3 AM we seemed alright, couldn’t be better…
3 ÓÒÐÀ íàì êàçàëîñü âñ¸ â ïîðÿäêå , ëó÷øå è áûòü íå ìîæåò ...

3 AM we seemed alright, like never better…
3 ÓÒÐÀ íàì êàçàëîñü âñ¸ õîðîøî , êàê íåëüçÿ ëó÷øå ...

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POTF - Lift ( àëüáîì "Signs of Life" 2005 )

Äíåâíèê

Âòîðíèê, 27 Ìàðòà 2018 ã. 02:53 + â öèòàòíèê
Ïîäíèìàòüñÿ .


Times when I just can’t
Ìîìåíòû , êîãäà ÿ ïðîñòî íå ìîãó

Bring myself to say it loud
Çàñòàâèòü ñåáÿ , ñêàçàòü ýòî âñëóõ

‘Fraid that what I’ll say comes out somehow awry
Áîþñü, ÷òî òî, ÷òî ÿ ñêàæó , âûéäåò òàê èëè èíà÷å èñêàæ¸ííî .

That is when it seems
Ýòî êîãäà ñîçäà¸òñÿ âïå÷àòëåíèå , ÷òî

We move in circles day to day
Èçî äíÿ â äåíü , ìû äâèæåìñÿ êðóãàìè .

Twist the drama of the play to get us by
×òîáû çàïîëó÷èòü íàñ , ñäåëàé èãðó â ïüåñå äðàìàòè÷íåå

And it feels like fear
È ýòî îùóùåíèå ñòðàõà ,

Like I’ll disappear
Ñëîâíî ÿ èñ÷åçíó .

Gets so hard to steer
Ñòàíîâèòüñÿ âñ¸ òðóäíåå äåðæàòüñÿ ,

Yet I go on
Íî ÿ ïðîäîëæàþ .

Do we need debate
Íóæíû ëè íàì äèñêóññèè ?

When it seems too late
Êîãäà êàæåòñÿ , ÷òî ñëèøêîì ïîçäíî

Like I bleed but wait
×òî ìî¸ ñåðäöå êðîâîòî÷èò , íî æä¸ò

Like nothing’s wrong
Ñëîâíî íè÷åãî íå ñëó÷èëîñü .

You lift my spirit, take me higher, make me fly
Òû êðà䏸ü ìîþ äóøó , ïîäíèìàÿ ìåíÿ âûñîêî , çàñòàâëÿÿ ìåíÿ ëåòàòü

Touch the moon up in the sky, when you are mine
Ïðèêîñíèñü ê ëóíå , ÷òî â íåáå , êîãäà òû ìîÿ .

You lift me higher, take my spirit, make it fly
Òû ïîäíèìàåøü ìåíÿ âûñîêî , èñïîëüçóÿ ìîþ äóøó , çàñòàâëÿÿ ìåíÿ ëåòàòü

Where all new wonders will appear
Ãäå ïîÿâÿòñÿ âñå íîâûå ÷óäåñà ,

Like the other day
Êàê â÷åðà .

I thought you won’t be coming back
ß äóìàë , ÷òî òû áîëüøå íå âåðí¸øüñÿ

I came to realize my lackluster dreams
ß ïðèø¸ë ê ïîíèìàíèþ , ÷òî ìîè ôàíòàçèè áåçæèçíåííû

And among the schemes
È ìåæäó èíòðèãàìè

And all the tricks we try to play
È âñåìè óëîâêàìè , êîòîðûå ìû ïûòàåìñÿ ñûãðàòü

Only dreams will hold their sway and defy
Òîëüêî ìå÷òû áóäóò ïðàâèòü è áðîñàòü âûçîâ .

When it feels like fear…
Êîãäà îùóùåíèå ñòðàõà ...

You lift my spirit, take me higher, make me fly…
Òû êðà䏸ü ìîþ äóøó , ïîäíèìàÿ ìåíÿ âûñîêî , çàñòàâëÿÿ ìåíÿ ëåòàòü ...

You lift my spirit, take me higher, make me fly…
Òû êðà䏸ü ìîþ äóøó , ïîäíèìàÿ ìåíÿ âûñîêî , çàñòàâëÿÿ ìåíÿ ëåòàòü ...

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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 - Seek You Out (àëüáîì "Signs of Life" 2005 )

Äíåâíèê

Âîñêðåñåíüå, 28 ßíâàðÿ 2018 ã. 02:12 + â öèòàòíèê
Èñêàòü òåáÿ .

Never said you’d promise anything
Íèêîãäà íå ãîâîðèë , ÷òî âåðþ ñêîëüêî-íèáóäü òâîèì îáåùàíèÿì

Never told to trust you blindly
Íèêîãäà íå ãîâîðèë , ÷òî ñëåïî òåáå âåðþ

Never thought you’d hurt me either
Íèêîãäà íå äóìàë , ÷òî òû ïðè÷èíèøü ìíå òàêóþ áîëü

Never had a chance now ain’t that so
Ñåé÷àñ íåò íè åäèíîãî øàíñà è ðàçâå ýòî íå òàê

Never should’ve wept when you let go
Íå ñòîèëî ïëàêàòü , êîãäà òû îòïóñòèëà

Never thought you’d push me away
Íå äóìàë , ÷òî òû îòòîëêí¸øü ìåíÿ ,

Sad as it may be
Áûòü ìîæåò , ýòî ãðóñòíî

I’m glad it’s over finally
ß ðàä , ÷òî âñ¸ çàêîí÷èëîñü

Speaks volumes of me
Ãîâîðèò ìî¸ êðàñíîðå÷èå ,

When letting go is never easy
Êîãäà îòïóñêàåøü , íèêîãäà íå áûâàåò ëåãêî

So I’ll seek you out, just to find myself
Ïîýòîìó ÿ áóäó èñêàòü òåáÿ , òîëüêî ÷òîáû íàéòè ñåáÿ

And I’ll worry ’bout consequences later
È î ïîñëåäñòâèÿõ ÿ ïîáåñïîêîþñü ïîçæå .

I hear you out, till I hear myself
ß ïîéìó òåáÿ íå ðàíüøå , êîãäà ÿ ïîéìó ñåáÿ ,

Hear myself in you
Óñëûøàòü ñåáÿ â òåáå .

Never knew if we were really true
Íèêîãäà íå çíàë , åñëè á ìû áûëè íàñòîÿùåé ïðàâäîé

Never thought I’d ever get to you
Íå äóìàë , ÷òî ïðèìó ýòî áëèçêî ê ñåðäöó

Never thought I’d end up like this
Íå äóìàë , ÷òî çàêîí÷ó âîò òàê

Never was I stronger than I’m now
Íèêîãäà íå áûë ñèëüíåå , ÷åì ñåé÷àñ

Never felt this much a fool somehow
Ïî÷åìó-òî ïî÷òè íèêîãäà íå âàëÿë äóðàêà

Never had much thought for myself
Íèêîãäà íå äóìàë î ñåáå

Sad as it may be…
Áûòü ìîæåò , ýòî ãðóñòíî ...

So I’ll seek you out, just to find myself…
Ïîýòîìó ÿ áóäó èñêàòü òåáÿ , òîëüêî ÷òîáû íàéòè ñåáÿ ...

So I’ll seek you out, just to find myself…
Ïîýòîìó ÿ áóäó èñêàòü òåáÿ , òîëüêî ÷òîáû íàéòè ñåáÿ ...

So I’ll seek you out, just to find myself…
Ïîýòîìó ÿ áóäó èñêàòü òåáÿ , òîëüêî ÷òîáû íàéòè ñåáÿ ...

Never knew if we were really true
Íèêîãäà íå äóìàë , åñëè áû ìû áûëè íàñòîÿùåé ïðàâäîé

Never thought I’d ever get to you
Íå äóìàë , ÷òî ïðèìó ýòî áëèçêî ê ñåðäöó

Never thought I’d end up like this
Íå äóìàë , ÷òî çàêîí÷ó âîò òàê

Never said you’d promise anything
Íèêîãäà íå ãîâîðèë , ÷òî âåðþ ñêîëüêî-íèáóäü òâîèì îáåùàíèÿì

Never told to trust you blindly
Íèêîãäà íå ãîâîðèë , ÷òî ñëåïî òåáå âåðþ

Never thought you’d hurt me
Íèêîãäà íå äóìàë , ÷òî òû ïðè÷èíèøü ìíå òàêóþ áîëü .
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Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì "Signs of Life" 2005

Ìåòêè:  

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

Äíåâíèê

Ñóááîòà, 13 ßíâàðÿ 2018 ã. 01:53 + â öèòàòíèê
Îñòàòüñÿ .

Morning comes slow today
Íàñòóïàþùåå óòðî ñåãîäíÿ ìåäëèò ,

Memories push through from yesterday
Äàâÿò â÷åðàøíèå âîñïîìèíàíèÿ .

Where will I be tomorrow
Ãäå ÿ áóäó çàâòðà ?

What do I have to show
×òî ÿ äîëæåí ïîêàçàòü ,

From my life
Èç ñâîåé æèçíè ?

Stay, I need you here for a new day to break
Çàäåðæèñü , òû íóæíà ìíå çäåñü , ÷òîáû ïðåîäîëåòü íîâûé äåíü

Stay, I want you near, like a shadow in my wake
Çàäåðæèñü , ÿ õî÷ó , ÷òîáû òû áûëà ðÿäîì , êàê òåíü íà ìî¸ì ïóòè

Flow with life down the drain
Ñëèâàþ ñ æèçíüþ â êàíàëèçàöèþ ,

Memories and force of will sustain
Âîñïîìèíàíèÿ è ñìûñë â æåëàíèè âûäåðæàòü .

Where will I be tomorrow
Ãäå ÿ áóäó çàâòðà ?

What will be left to show
×òî îñòàíåòñÿ , ÷òîáû ïîêàçàòü ,

From my life
Èç ñâîåé æèçíè ?

Stay…
Çàäåðæèñü ...

It’s the little things, little things, little things, that make the world
Ýòî ìåëî÷è , ìåëî÷è , ìåëî÷è , êîòîðûå äåëàþò ìèð

The little things, little things, little things that make the world
Íåçíà÷èòåëüíûå âåùè , ìåëî÷è , ìåëî÷è , êîòîðûå äåëàþò ìèð

It’s the little things, little things, little things, that make the world
Ýòî ìåëî÷è , ìåëî÷è ìåëî÷è , êîòîðûå äåëàþò ìèð

It’s the little things, little things, little things
Ýòî ìåëî÷è , ìåëî÷è , ìåëî÷è

Stay…
Îñòàíüñÿ ...

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

Ìåòêè:  

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

Äíåâíèê

Âòîðíèê, 26 Äåêàáðÿ 2017 ã. 02:10 + â öèòàòíèê
Çà áîðòîì .


I see you crying and it rains
ß âèæó , êàê òû ïëà÷åøü , à äîæäü èä¸ò

Washing away the bad days
Ñìûâàÿ ïëîõèå äíè .

Washing away the pain loss brings
Ñòèðàíèå ïðèíîñèò áîëü ïîòåðè

And then you smile though it aches
È òîãäà òû óëûáàåøüñÿ , íåñìîòðÿ íà áîëü

Cos you don’t believe in mistakes
Ïîòîìó ÷òî òû íå âåðèøü â îøèáêè .

Just that we made a mess of things
Ïðîñòî , ÷òîáû ìû âñ¸ çàïóòàëè

When the deal that you made with love
Êîãäà ñäåëêà ,êîòîðóþ òû çàêëþ÷èë ñ ëþáîâüþ

Is now a one way street, a one way street
Òåïåðü ÿâëÿåòñÿ äîðîãîé ñ îäíîñòîðîííèì äâèæåíèåì , äîðîãîé ñ îäíîñòîðîííèì äâèæåíèåì

You feel you’ll go overboard
Òû ÷óâñòâóåøü , ÷òî îêàæåøüñÿ çà áîðòîì

Cos you’re incomplete, incomplete
Ïîòîìó ÷òî òû äåôåêòíûé , íåïîëíîöåííûé .

You’re not afraid to rely
Òû íå áîèøüñÿ ïîëàãàòüñÿ

On any way you can try
Ìîæíî êàê-òî ïîñòàðàòüñÿ ,

To learn to make some sense of things
×òîáû íàó÷èòüñÿ íàõîäèòü íåêîòîðûé ñìûñë â âåùàõ

And the way you say we’ll get by
È òî êàê òû ñêàæåøü , ìû ñïðàâèìñÿ .

With a little laugh we can fly
Ñ ìàëîé øóòêîé , ìû ñìîæåì óëåòåòü

You know the measure of hope that brings
Òû çíàåøü öåíó íàäåæäå , ÷òî âûçûâàåøü

When the deal that you made with love…
Êîãäà ñäåëêà , êîòîðóþ òû çàêëþ÷èë ñ ëþáîâüþ ...

I hear you laughing like a child
ß ñëûøàë , òû ñì司üñÿ ñëîâíî ðåá¸íîê

Instead of choking all riled
Âìåñòî òîãî , ÷òîáû çàäûõàòüñÿ îò ðàçäðàæåíèÿ

Instead of staring at shortcomings
Âìåñòî òîãî , ÷òîáû çàöèêëèâàòüñÿ íà ïðîáëåìàõ

Just like the rain when you cried
Òàê æå , êàê è äîæäü , êîãäà òû ïëà÷åøü

Washed all the stains of false pride
Ñîòð¸ò âñå ïÿòíà ëîæíîé ñêðîìíîñòè

You’ll learn to make the best of things
Òû íàó÷èøüñÿ äåëàòü âñ¸ âîçìîæíîå

Have a little more of not enough
Èìåòü ÷óòü áîëüøå , íåäîñòàòî÷íî .

More of what is less but isn’t love
Áîëüøå òîãî , ÷òî ÿâëÿåòñÿ ìåíüøèì , íî ðàçâå ýòî íå ëþáîâü .

Little of the same you’re dreaming of
Íåìíîãî òîãî , î ÷¸ì ìå÷òàåøü .

That’s enough, that’s enough
Ýòîãî äîñòàòî÷íî , ýòîãî äîñòàòî÷íî

When the deal that you made with love…
Êîãäà ñäåëêà , êîòîðóþ òû çàêëþ÷èë ñ ëþáîâüþ ...

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ïåðåâîä ìîé è Google/ îðèãèíàëüíûé òåêñò ãðóïïû "POTF"
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 - 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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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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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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