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Poets of the Fall - The Ultimate Fling ( àëüáîì ''Revolution Roulette'' 2008 ãîä ).

Äíåâíèê

Âòîðíèê, 04 Àâãóñòà 2020 ã. 23:42 + â öèòàòíèê
Íåâåðîÿòíàÿ èíòðèæêà.

Today, it’s in the air again today, another incident that just went off
Ñåãîäíÿ, ñåé÷àñ ýòî îïÿòü âèòàåò â âîçäóõå, åù¸ îäèí èíöèäåíò è ïðîñòî ñòàëî õóæå

No way, this time I will not take blame, its pretty obvious who needs to shut up
Íà ýòîò ðàç, ÿ íè çà ÷òî íå âîçüìó âèíó, ýòî äîâîëüíî î÷åâèäíî, êîìó íåîáõîäèìî ïîìîë÷àòü

Ashtrays filled with the fruits of our transgressions, here and there sarcasm overflows
×àøè òåðïåíèÿ ïîëíû, âìåñòå ñ íàøèìè ïðîñòóïêàìè, òî òóò, òî òàì èñòåêàþò ñàðêàçìîì

Do stay, I’ll need this sitcom to be re-run till I get the gist of just how it goes
Îñòàíüòåñü, ìíå íåîáõîäèì ïîâòîð ýòîãî ñèòêîìà, ïîêà ÿ íå ïîéìó ñóòü, êàê ýòî ïðîèñõîäèò

What would you have me do
×òî òû îò ìåíÿ õî÷åøü ?

Gimme a reason, c’mon now make my day
Äàé ìíå ïîâîä, äàâàé, ñäåëàé ìîé äåíü

Cos I’m out of cheeks to turn the other way
Ïîòîìó ÷òî ó ìåíÿ âñåãî äâå ùåêè è ÿ íå ìîãó îòâåðíóòüñÿ

Ask yourself just how lucky do you feel
Ïðîñòî ñïðîñèòå ñåáÿ, íàñêîëüêî òû ñ÷àñòëèâ

Somehow I’ve been blindsided by my own kindhearted notion of just who we are
Òàê èëè èíà÷å, ÿ áûë îñëåïë¸í ñâîèì äîáðîñåðäå÷íûì ïðåäñòàâëåíèåì î òîì, êòî ìû

No doubt we’d have collided anyway with me indicted and you raising alarm
Áåç ñîìíåíèÿ, ìû áû âñ¸ ðàâíî ñòîëêíóëèñü, ñî ìíîé, îáâèíÿåìûì è òîáîé, ïîäíèìàþùåé òðåâîãó

First round I’ll take my bows into my corner take my vows, regroup and run back again
Ïåðâûé ðàóíä, ÿ âîçüìó ñâîþ ïîêîðíîñòü âìåñòå ñ êëÿòâàìè, îíè íåäàëåêî, ïåðåãðóïïèðóþñü è âåðíóñü îáðàòíî

Bloodhound and of no better pedigree than what you see so you could not offend
Èùåéêà è íå ëó÷øåãî ïðîèñõîæäåíèÿ, ÷åì òî, ÷òî òû âèäèøü, òàê ÷òî òû íå ìîãëà îáèäåòü

Did I act like a fool cos I didn’t know what to do
ß â¸ë ñåáÿ, êàê äóðàê, ïîòîìó ÷òî íå çíàë, ÷òî äåëàòü

When you gave me just a little bit more than I bargained for
Êîãäà òû äàëà ìíå íåìíîãî áîëüøå, ÷åì ÿ îæèäàë

A little too much in my hands when my hands are tied
Ñëèøêîì ìíîãî â ìîèõ ðóêàõ, à ðóêè ñâÿçàíû

It’s the ultimate fling to go frolicking
Ýòî íåâåðîÿòíàÿ èíòðèæêà, ÷òîáû ðàçâëå÷üñÿ

Licking the muck from the soles of the boots of your pride
Ãðóáî âòàïòûâàÿ ñâîþ ãîðäîñòü â ãðÿçü

Everytime you lied
Êàæäûé ðàç, êîãäà òû ëæ¸øü

Gimme a reason, c’mon now make my day
Äàé ìíå ïîâîä, äàâàé, ñäåëàé ìîé äåíü ( äàâàé äåòêà, èñïîðòè ìíå äåíü )

Spoken my pleas now someone’s gotta pay
Òåïåðü êòî-òî çàïëàòèò, ïðîèçíîñÿ ìîè ïðîñüáû

Ask yourself just how lucky do you feel
Ïðîñòî ñïðîñèòå ñåáÿ, íàñêîëüêî òû ñ÷àñòëèâ

Can you gimme a reason, movin’ into grey
Ìîæåøü ëè òû äàòü ïîâîä, óéòè â òåíü

Something I can hold on to at the end of the day
Íå÷òî, ÷òî ñ ýòèì ÿ ñìîãó ïðîäåðæàòüñÿ äî êîíöà äíÿ

Cos I can’t move on till I know what’s the deal
Ïîòîìó ÷òî ÿ íå ìîãó äâèãàòüñÿ äàëüøå, ïîêà íå óçíàþ â ÷¸ì ïðîáëåìà.

* Ïåðåâîä ìîé è Google / îðèãèíàëüíûé òåêñò ãðóïïû '' Poets of the Fall ''.
Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì "Revolution Roulette" 2008
Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/Ñáîðíèê "Alchemy Vol.1" 2011

Ìåòêè:  

Poets of the Fall - Diamonds for Tears ( àëüáîì " Revolution Roulette '' 2008 ãîä ).

Äíåâíèê

Ñóááîòà, 01 Àâãóñòà 2020 ã. 01:07 + â öèòàòíèê
Àëìàçû çà ñë¸çû.

In these days of manmade wonders we still bicker over flies
 äíè èñêóññòâåííûõ ÷óäåñ ìû âñ¸ åù¸ ïðåïèðàåìñÿ ïî ïóñòÿêàì

When you come seeking for forgiveness, I’ll be forced to choose my side
Êîãäà òû ðàñêàÿâøèñü ïðè䏸ü çà ïðîùåíèåì, ÿ áóäó âûíóæäåí îñòàòüñÿ ïðè ñâî¸ì

If I deny you what you’re searching, do I do it out of fear
Åñëè ÿ îòêàæó òåáå â òîì, ÷òî òû èùåøü, ÿ äåëàþ ýòî èç îïàñåíèé

Am I ruling out my reason, killing that which I hold dear
ß ðåøèë èñõîäÿ èç ðàññóäêà, óáèâ òî, ÷òî ìíå äîðîãî

Out of my way I’m running, with an excuse just underway
Îòîéäè, ÿ çàíÿò, áåç îïðàâäàíèé

Reality’s so daunting, and I’ve got no way to explain
Ðåàëüíîñòü òàê ñëîæíà, ÷òî ÿ íå ìîãó îáúÿñíèòü

Cos when you’re sleeping right next to me, I know you’re the one
Ïîòîìó ÷òî, êîãäà òû ñïèøü ðÿäîì ñî ìíîé, ÿ çíàþ, òû åäèíñòâåííàÿ

So when I hear you calling my name, why do I turn away and run
Ïî÷åìó ÿ îòâîðà÷èâàþñü è óáåãàþ, ñëûøà, ÷òî òû çîâ¸øü ìåíÿ ?

I guess that’s why it’s raining diamonds, sweet happiness in tears
Íàâåðíîå, ïîýòîìó èä¸ò èñêðÿùåéñÿ äîæäü, ìèëîå ñ÷àñòüå â ñëåçàõ

Crying heaven shed your diamonds, diamonds for tears
Ïëà÷óùèå íåáåñà ìåíÿþò ïàäàþùèå àëìàçû íà òâîè ñë¸çû

In the light of recent findings, there’s no greater taint than grace
 ñâåòå íåäàâíèõ âûâîäîâ, íåò áîëüøåé öåííîñòè, ÷åì îòñðî÷êà

But to relinquish all our bindings, always finds us out of place
Íî äëÿ îòêàçà îò âñåõ íàøèõ îáÿçàòåëüñòâ, äëÿ ýòîãî âñåãäà íåïîäõîäÿùåå ìåñòî

If I rested here a while more, would you hold me to your heart
Åñëè ÿ îòäîõíó çäåñü åù¸ íåìíîãî, òû óäåðæèøü ìåíÿ â ñâî¸ì ñåðäöå ?

If I knew what it’s meant for, would I know to play my part
Åñëè áû ÿ çíàë ñìûñë ýòîãî, èãðàë áû ÿ çíàÿ ñâîþ ðîëü ?

Out of my way I’m leaving, another excuse before I’ll stay
Îòîéäè, ÿ óéäó äî òîãî, êàê ïîÿâèòüñÿ ïðåäëîã è ÿ ïåðåäóìàþ

Reality’s applauding, I know I don’t know the right way
ß íå óâåðåí, ÷òî áóäåò ïðàâèëüíûì äëÿ âñåîáùåãî îäîáðåíèÿ.

Cos when you’re sleeping right next to me, I know you’re the one
Ïîòîìó ÷òî, êîãäà òû ñïèøü ðÿäîì ñî ìíîé, ÿ çíàþ, òû åäèíñòâåííàÿ

So when I hear you calling my name, yeah, I know you’re the one
Ïîýòîìó, êîãäà ÿ ñëûøó, ÷òî òû çîâ¸øü ìåíÿ, äà, ÿ çíàþ, òû åäèíñòâåííàÿ

I guess that’s why it’s raining diamonds, sweet happiness in tears
Íàâåðíîå, ïîýòîìó èä¸ò èñêðÿùåéñÿ äîæäü, ìèëîå ñ÷àñòüå â ñëåçàõ

Crying heaven shed your diamonds, diamonds for tears
Ïëà÷óùèå íåáåñà ìåíÿþò ïàäàþùèå àëìàçû íà òâîè ñë¸çû

Is it a lost cause
Íåóæåëè ýòî áåçíà䏿íîå äåëî

Can we overlook this taint
Ìîæåì ëè ìû èãíîðèðîâàòü òî, ÷òî íàñ îòðàâëÿåò ?

Are these the dead laws
Ýòî ì¸ðòâûå çàêîíû ?

Like a doubt eating the saint
Êàê ñîìíåíèå, êîòîðûì ïîäâåðãàåòñÿ âåðóþùèé

And though I fear these shackles, like my darkness closing in
È õîòÿ ÿ áîþñü ýòèõ îêîâ, ñëîâíî òüìà ìåíÿ íàêðîåò

I will hold out my hands, I will hold out my hands
ß áóäó äåðæàòüñÿ äî êîíöà, ÿ áóäó äåðæàòüñÿ äî êîíöà

Cos when you’re sleeping right next to me, I know you’re the one
Ïîòîìó ÷òî, êîãäà òû ñïèøü ðÿäîì ñî ìíîé, ÿ çíàþ, òû åäèíñòâåííàÿ

So when I hear you calling my name, I know the good I’ve done
Ïîýòîìó, êîãäà ÿ ñëûøó, ÷òî òû çîâ¸øü ìåíÿ, ÿ õîðîøî ïîìíþ, ÷òî ñäåëàë

I guess that’s why it’s raining diamonds, sweet happiness in tears
Íàâåðíîå, ïîýòîìó èä¸ò èñêðÿùåéñÿ äîæäü, ìèëîå ñ÷àñòüå â ñëåçàõ

Crying heaven shed your diamonds
Ïëà÷óùèå íåáåñà òåðÿþò òâîè àëìàçû

Cos when you’re sleeping right next to me, I know you’re the one
Ïîòîìó ÷òî, êîãäà òû ñïèøü ðÿäîì ñî ìíîé, ÿ çíàþ, òû åäèíñòâåííàÿ

So when I hear you calling my name, I know the good I’ve done
Ïîýòîìó, êîãäà ÿ ñëûøó, ÷òî òû çîâ¸øü ìåíÿ, ÿ õîðîøî ïîìíþ, ÷òî ñäåëàë

I guess that’s why it’s raining diamonds, sweet happiness in tears
Íàâåðíîå, ïîýòîìó èä¸ò èñêðÿùåéñÿ äîæäü, ìèëîå ñ÷àñòüå â ñëåçàõ

Crying heaven shed your diamonds, diamonds for tears
Ïëà÷óùèå íåáåñà ìåíÿþò ïàäàþùèå àëìàçû íà òâîè ñë¸çû

* Ïåðåâîä ìîé è Google / îðèãèíàëüíûé òåêñò ãðóïïû " Poets of the Fall ''.
Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì "Revolution Roulette" 2008
Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/Ñáîðíèê "Alchemy Vol.1" 2011

Poets of the Fall - Roses ( àëüáîì ''Carnival of Rust'' 2006 ãîä ).

Äíåâíèê

×åòâåðã, 30 Èþëÿ 2020 ã. 01:23 + â öèòàòíèê
Ðîçû.

I’ve walked the distance, I paid my dues
ß ïðîø¸ë ïóòü, çàïëàòèë ïî ñ÷åòàì

And tried to have a go at what I thought I knew was real
È ïûòàëñÿ ïîïðîáîâàòü òî, ÷òî, êàê ÿ äóìàë çíàë

Held no appeal
Íå ïîëüçóÿñü ïîïóëÿðíîñòüþ

I’ve been to places, I’ve seen the tidings
ß ïîáûâàë â ðàçíûõ ìåñòàõ, ÿ ïðîñìîòðåë èíôîðìàöèþ

I bought a book of rules for every coin that I could steal
ß êóïèë êíèãó ïðàâèë äëÿ êàæäîé ìîíåòû, êîòîðîé ìîã îâëàäåòü

And so I came to gaze upon the stars
È ïîýòîìó ÿ ïðèø¸ë âçãëÿíóòü íà çâ¸çäû

When they were yet unborn
Êîãäà èõ òàì åù¸ íåò

And consequently, tear at my old scars
È ñëåäîâàòåëüíî, íåëüçÿ ïîâðåäèòü ìîè ñòàðûå øðàìû

And the mask I had outworn
È ìàñêó, êîòîðàÿ íà ìíå äàâíî

So when I’m crying alone
Ïîýòîìó ìíå ïëîõî â îäèíî÷åñòâå

Yeah, when I’m cold as a dying stone
Äà, õîëîäíî, êàê óìèðàþùåìó çâóêó øàãîâ

Grow me a garden of roses
Âûðàñòè ìíå ñàä ðîç

Paint me the colors of sky and rain
Íàðèñóé ìåíÿ êðàñêàìè íåáà è äîæäÿ
( Ðàñêðàñü ìåíÿ ïðîçðà÷íûìè êðàñêàìè ëàçóðè)

Teach me to speak with their voices
Íàó÷è ìåíÿ ãîâîðèòü èõ ãîëîñàìè

Show me the way and I’ll try again
Óêàæè ìíå äîðîãó è ÿ ïîïðîáóþ ñíîâà

I’ve heard the rumors, started fires
ß ñëûøàë ñëóõè ïîðàæäàþùèå ïîæàð

I sowed a sordid lot of plays for keeps for what I need
È êàê íåîáõîäèìîñòü, ÿ ñî÷èíèë íåñêîëüêî ãðÿçíûõ èñòîðèé

Behold the demons that I freed
Êàê ñëåäñòâèå, ÿ âûïóñòèë äåìîíîâ

I’ve tried my best at wearing the hard hat
ß î÷åíü ñòàðàëñÿ êàçàòüñÿ "óìíûì"

But healing doesn’t seem to happen
Íî èñöåëåíèÿ,êàæåòñÿ, íå ïðîèñõîäèò

When you hide away the seed
Êîãäà òû äîëãî ïðÿ÷åøüñÿ

And so I came across the medicine man
È òàê ÿ íàòêíóëñÿ íà ëåêàðÿ

And he showed me what I’d forlorn
È îí ïîêàçàë ìíå, íàñêîëüêî ÿ íåñ÷àñòåí

For if I’m stayed it happens by my own hand
Èáî,åñëè îñòàíóñü, ÿ ñäåëàþ ýòî ñîáñòâåííîðó÷íî

And my own voice full of scorn
È ìîé íàñìåøëèâûé ãîëîñ

So when I’m crying alone
Ïîýòîìó ìíå ïëîõî â îäèíî÷åñòâå

Yeah, when I’m cold as a dying stone
Äà, õîëîäíî, êàê óìèðàþùåìó çâóêó øàãîâ

Grow me a garden of roses
Âûðàñòè ìíå ñàä ðîç

Paint me the colors of sky and rain
Íàðèñóé ìåíÿ êðàñêàìè íåáà è äîæäÿ

Teach me to speak with their voices
Íàó÷è ìåíÿ ãîâîðèòü èõ ãîëîñàìè

Show me the way and I’ll try again
Óêàæè ìíå äîðîãó è ÿ ïîïðîáóþ ñíîâà

Without you I’m nothing at all
Áåç òåáÿ ÿ ñîâåðøåííî ïîòåðÿí ( íèêòî )

And life has the face of a morbid game
È æèçíü ñëîâíî ìðà÷íàÿ èãðà

With you nothing seems impossible
Ñ òîáîé íåò íè÷åãî íåâîçìîæíîãî

It all seems to fit the frame
È âñ¸ ýòî êàæåòñÿ ïîäñòàâîé

So when I’m crying alone
Ïîýòîìó ìíå ïëîõî â îäèíî÷åñòâå

Yeah, when I’m cold as a dying stone
Äà, õîëîäíî, êàê óìèðàþùåìó çâóêó øàãîâ

Grow me a garden of roses
Âûðàñòè ìíå ñàä ðîç

Paint me the colors of sky and rain
Íàðèñóé ìåíÿ êðàñêàìè íåáà è äîæäÿ

Teach me to speak with their voices
Íàó÷è ìåíÿ ãîâîðèòü èõ ãîëîñàìè

Show me the way and I’ll try again
Óêàæè ìíå äîðîãó è ÿ ïîïðîáóþ ñíîâà

*Ïåðåâîä ìîé è Google / îðèãèíàëüíûé òåêñò ãðóïïû '' Poets of the Fall ''.
Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì "Carnival of Rust" 2006
Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/Ñáîðíèê "Alchemy Vol.1" 2011

Ìåòêè:  

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 - Given and Denied ( àëüáîì '' Twilight Theater '' 2010 ).

Äíåâíèê

Âîñêðåñåíüå, 05 ßíâàðÿ 2020 ã. 18:43 + â öèòàòíèê
Äàíî è îòêàçàíî.

Which way to the fountain of my youth I wonder
Ìíå èíòåðåñíî, êàêîâ ïóòü ê èñòî÷íèêó ìîåé þíîñòè

Which way to the years I’ve let go by
Êàêîâ ñïîñîá, ÷òîáû ÿ ñïîêîéíî îòïóñòèë ãîäû

Let a thirsty man drink in its memories while the water still flows sweet and crystal clear
Ïóñòü æàæäóùèé ïü¸ò ýòè âîñïîìèíàíèÿ, ïîêà âîäà åù¸ ñòðóèòüñÿ êðèñòàëüíî ÷èñòîé è ñëàäêîé

For yesteryear
Èç óøåäøèõ ëåò

Oh to see the sun’s eclipse
Àõ, åñëè áû óâèäåòü çàòìåíèå ñîëíöà

on the horizon like ships
íà ãîðèçîíòå, êàê êîðàáëè

sailing way away from here
êîòîðûå äàëåêî îòñþäà

Oh just one more time my dear
È âîò åù¸, ìîÿ äîðîãàÿ

Before I’ll go hear me out
Ïðåæäå, ÷åì ÿ ïîéäó, ïîñëóøàé ìåíÿ

Cos of this there ain’t no doubt
Ïîòîìó ÷òî â ýòîì íåò íèêàêèõ ñîìíåíèé

When it’s time for curtain call
Êîãäà ïðèøëî âðåìÿ çàíàâåñà

Just before the shadows…
Êàê ðàç ïåðåä âðåìåíåì òåíåé...

Fall like a leaf in the wind on the ocean
Ïàäàþ, êàê ëèñò íà âåòðó, êîòîðûé çàáðîñèëî íà áåðåã îêåàíà

Of blue like your eyes in the twilight theater
Ñèíåãî, êàê òâîè ãëàçà â ñóìåðå÷íîì òåàòðå

With symphonies playing in the world without sound
Ñ ñèìôîíèÿìè, èãðàþùèìè áåççâó÷íî â ýòîì ìèðå

We’re given and denied
Íàì äàíî è îòêàçàíî

Give me back my innocence cos I wish to dream again
Âåðíèòå ìíå ìîþ íàèâíîñòü, ïîòîìó ÷òî ÿ õî÷ó ñíîâà ìå÷òàòü

Like I never outgrew my old playground
Ñëîâíî ÿ íèêîãäà íå ïåðåðàñòàë ñâîþ ñòàðóþ èãðîâóþ ïëîùàäêó

Where the sun sets slowly with a golden crown and the leaves sing lullabies ’round vacant swings
Òàì, ãäå ñîëíöå ìåäëåííî ñàäèòüñÿ ñ çîëîòîé êîðîíîé, ãäå âîêðóã âñå ëèñòüÿ ìåðíî ïîêà÷èâàÿñü ïîþò êîëûáåëüíûå

Give me those wings
Äàéòå ìíå ýòè êðûëüÿ

Let me fly once again
Ïîçâîëüòå ìíå åù¸ ðàç ëåòàòü

Like I did way back when
Êàê êîãäà-òî

I would gamble and win
ß áû ðèñêíóë è âûèãðàë

To lift me high above the din
Ïîäíèìóñü âûñîêî íàä ãðîõîòîì

Of the future we see
Áóäóùåãî, êîòîðûé ìû âèäèì

Does it hold something for me
ß íå çíàþ

I’m weightless again
ß ñíîâà íåâåñîì

Just before the shadows…
Êàê ðàç ïåðåä âðåìåíåì òåíåé..

Fall like a leaf in the wind…
Ïàäàþ, ñëîâíî ëèñò íà âåòðó...

Before I’ll go hear me out
Ïðåæäå, ÷åì ÿ ïîéäó, ïîñëóøàé ìåíÿ

Cos of this there ain’t no doubt
Ïîòîìó ÷òî â ýòîì íåò íèêàêèõ ñîìíåíèé

When it’s time for curtain call
Êîãäà ïðèøëî âðåìÿ çàíàâåñà

Just before the shadows…
Êàê ðàç ïåðåä âðåìåíåì òåíåé...

Fall like a leaf in the wind…
Ïàäàþ, ñëîâíî ëèñò íà âåòðó...

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Ïåðåâîä ìîé è Google / îðèãèíàëüíûé òåêñò ãðóïïû ''POTF''
Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì "Twilight Theater" 2010
Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/Ñáîðíèê "Alchemy Vol.1" 2011

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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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 - Carnival of Rust ( àëüáîì "Carnival of rust" 2006 )

Äíåâíèê

Ïîíåäåëüíèê, 28 Ìàÿ 2018 ã. 02:58 + â öèòàòíèê
Êàðíàâàë Ðæàâ÷èíû .

D’ you breath the name of your saviour in your hour of need
Òû âûäûõàë èìÿ ñâîåãî ñïàñèòåëÿ â ÷àñ áåäû ?

N’ taste the blame if the flavor should remind you of greed,
Íåò , âêóñ âèíû , åñëè ýòîò ïðèâêóñ íàïîìíèò òåáå î æàäíîñòè ,

Of implication, insinuation and ill will, till’ you cannot lie still
Ïîñëåäñòâèÿ , èíñèíóàöèè è çëîé âîëè , ïîêà òû íå ñìîæåøü ñïîêîéíî ëãàòü

In all this turmoil, before red cape and foil come closing in for a kill
Âî âñåõ íåóðÿäèöàõ , ïðåæäå ÷åì êðàñíûé ïëàù è ñëåä çâåðÿ ïðèâåäóò ê íàíåñåíèþ ïîñëåäíåãî óäàðà .

Come feed the rain
Ïðèäè ïîäïèòûâàÿ äîæäü

Cos I’m thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust
Ïîòîìó ÷òî ÿ æàæäó òâîåé ëþáâè , òàíöóþùåé ïîä íåáåñàìè ñòðàñòè

Yeah feed the rain
Äà , ïîäïèòûâàé äîæäü

Cos without your love my life ain’t nothing but this carnival of rust
Ïîòîìó ÷òî ìîÿ æèçíü áåç òâîåé ëþáâè , íå ÷òî èíîå , êàê êàðíàâàë ðæàâ÷èíû .

It’s all a game, avoiding failure, when true colors will bleed
Ýòî âñ¸ èãðà , íåäîïóùåíèå ïðîâàëà , êîãäà èñòèííàÿ ñóùíîñòü çàêðîâîòî÷èò .

All in the name of misbehavior and the things we don’t need
Âñ¸ â èìåíè ïîðîêà è âåùè , â êîòîðûõ ìû íå íóæäàåìñÿ .

I lust for after no disaster can touch us anymore
ß æåëàþ , ÷òîáû ïîñëå íèêàêèå áåäû óæå íå ìîãëè íàñ êîñíóòüñÿ

And more than ever, I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before
È áîëüøå ÷åì êîãäà-ëèáî , ÿ íàäåþñü íèêîãäà íå óïàñòü , êîãäà ñåé÷àñ äîñòàòî÷íî , íå òî æå , ÷òî áûëî â÷åðà .

Come feed the rain…
Ïðèäè ïîäïèòûâàÿ äîæäü ...

Don’t walk away, don’t walk away, oh, when the world is burning
Íå óõîäè , íå óõîäè , êîãäà ìèð ãîðèò .

Don’t walk away, don’t walk away, oh, when the heart is yearning
Íå óõîäè , íå óõîäè , êîãäà ñåðäöå æàæäåò .

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ïåðåâîä ìîé è Google / îðèãèíàëüíûé òåêñò ãðóïïû "POTF"
Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì "Carnival of Rust" 2006
Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/Ñáîðíèê "Alchemy Vol.1" 2011

Ìåòêè:  

POTF - No end , No beginning ( àëüáîì "ALCHEMY VOL. 1" 2011 )

Äíåâíèê

Ñðåäà, 16 Ìàÿ 2018 ã. 03:30 + â öèòàòíèê
Íåò êîíöà , íåò íà÷àëà .

We can’t seem to let go
Íàì äóìàåòñÿ , ÷òî ìû íå ìîæåì îòïóñòèòü

The thread’s so thin it just doesn’t show anymore
Íèòè íàñòîëüêî òîíêè , ïðîñòî ýòî øîó óæå íå ïîêàçûâàþò .

It seems like we’re playing charades
Êàæåòñÿ , ÷òî ìû èãðàåì â øàðàäû

Playing like we’re afraid to live
Èãðàåì òàê , ñëîâíî ìû áîèìñÿ æèòü .

And this is one sacrifice I don’t want to make
È ýòî åäèíñòâåííàÿ æåðòâà , ÿ íå õî÷ó ïðèíèìàòü .

If there’s no end
Åñëè íåò çàâåðøåíèÿ

There can be no beginning, there can be no beginning
Íà÷àëà íå ñóùåñòâóåò , íà÷àëà íå ñóùåñòâóåò

If there’s no end
Åñëè íåò çàâåðøåíèÿ

It feels like forsaking the dawn, we awaken and still we don’t see
Ýòî îùóùåíèå çàáûòîãî ðàññâåòà , ìû ïðîáóæäàåìñÿ è âñ¸ ðàâíî íå âèäèì .

I am still secretly grateful you’re living this moment with me
ß ïî-ïðåæíåìó â òàéíå áëàãîäàðåí , ÷òî òû ïðîæèâàåøü ýòîò ìîìåíò ñî ìíîé .

We can see where it leads
Ìû ìîæåì âèäåòü , êóäà ýòî ïðèâåä¸ò

It’s like you can’t, can’t kill the monster that feeds on you
Êàê áóäòî òû íå ìîæåøü , íå ìîæåøü óáèòü ìîíñòðà ïîæèðàþùåãî òåáÿ

No matter what you do it seems to get you every time
Íåâàæíî , ÷òî òû ïðåäïðèíèìàåøü , ïî-âèäèìîìó äîáèðàåòñÿ äî òåáÿ ïîñòîÿííî

And that’s a predicament if I know anything
È ýòî òðóäíîå ïîëîæåíèå , åñëè ÿ ÷òî-íèáóäü ïîíèìàþ .

If there’s no end
Åñëè íåò çàâåðøåíèÿ

There can be no beginning, there can be no beginning
Íà÷àëà íå ñóùåñòâóåò , íà÷àëà íå ñóùåñòâóåò

If there’s no end
Åñëè íåò çàâåðøåíèÿ .

It feels like forsaking the dawn, we awaken and still we don’t see
Ýòî îùóùåíèå çàáûòîãî ðàññâåòà , ìû ïðîáóæäàåìñÿ è âñ¸ ðàâíî íå âèäèì .

I’m still secretly grateful you’re living this moment with me
ß ïî-ïðåæíåìó â òàéíå áëàãîäàðåí , ÷òî òû ïðîæèâàåøü ýòîò ìîìåíò ñî ìíîé .

Secretly grateful you’re sharing this moment with me
 òàéíå ðàä , ÷òî òû äåëèøüñÿ ýòèì ìîìåíòîì ñî ìíîé .

If it’s just one life we’re given, one time you’re living
Åñëè ýòî âñåãî ëèøü îäíà æèçíü , ïîäàðåííàÿ íàì , æèâ¸øü åäèíîæäû .

I feel your touch light up a wild desire
ß ÷óâñòâóþ , ÷òî òâî¸ ïðèêîñíîâåíèå , çàæèãàåò äèêîå æåëàíèå

Borne on my ache to take us ever higher
Óíîñèò ìîþ áîëü è çàáðàñûâàåò íàñ íà íåâèäàííóþ âûñîòó .

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

Every cry serves to lead astray
Êàæäûé êðèê ñïîñîáñòâóåò ïðåëüùåíèþ .

So carry my ache and you will know the feeling
Òàê ñîõðàíè ìîþ áîëü è òû óçíàåøü ýòî îùóùåíèå .

Inside I am weak but for this love I’m bearing
Âíóòðè ÿ ñëàá , íî ðàäè ëþáâè ÿ ñòàíó îïîðîé .

So breathe your life in my shades of grey
Òàê âäîõíè ñâîåé æèçíüþ, â ìîè ñåðûå òåíè

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

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

Ìåòêè:  

POTF - Can you hear me ( àëüáîì "Alchemy vol.1" 2011).

Äíåâíèê

×åòâåðã, 05 Àïðåëÿ 2018 ã. 03:23 + â öèòàòíèê
Òû ìåíÿ ñëûøèøü .

Hiding deep within, doors cry opening
Ñêðûòûå ãëóáîêî âíóòðè , îòêðûâàþòñÿ ñ ïëà÷åì äâåðè

Lead into the light of love deep like the sea
Âûâåñòè ñâåò ëþáâè , ãëóáîêîé , êàê ìîðå

Rich in variety, heartfelt and open, wide like a life, unique, yet so alike
Áîãàòîé â ðàçíîîáðàçèè , èñêðåííåé è îòêðûòîé , ïîâñþäó æèçíåííîé , óíèêàëüíîé , íî âñ¸ æå îäèíàêîâîé .

Can you hear me, I know I’m just a whisper
Òû ìåíÿ ñëûøèøü , ÿ çíàþ , ÷òî âñåãî ëèøü ø¸ïîò

Can you hear me, brother mine, sweet sister
Òû ìåíÿ ñëûøèøü , áðàò ìîé , ìèëàÿ ñåñòðà

Love will find an answer
Ëþáîâü íàéä¸ò îòâåò .

You flow inside of me, language and imagery, pure in simplicity
Òû ñòðóèøüñÿ âíóòðè ìåíÿ , ñëîâàìè è îáðàçàìè , äîáðîäåòåëüíà â ïðîñòîòå

Thirsting for unity, realised harmony,
Æàæäà åäèíåíèÿ , îñóùåñòâë¸ííîå ñîçâó÷èå ,

No need to hide away your life, unique, yet so alike
Íåò íåîáõîäèìîñòè ïðÿòàòü ñâîþ æèçíü , óíèêàëüíóþ , íî âñ¸ æå òàê ïîõîæåþ .

Can you hear me…
Òû ìåíÿ ñëûøèøü ...

There’s yet life in these words I speak for peace of mind and our release,
Çäåñü ýòè ñëîâà áîëåå æèçíåííû , ÿ ãîâîðþ ðàäè óìèðîòâîðåíèÿ è íàøåãî âûñâîáîæäåíèÿ

And you can have what you want if you want it like you need to breathe,
È òû ìîæåøü èìåòü , ÷òî òû çàõî÷åøü , åñëè ýòî íóæíî òåáå ñëîâíî âîçäóõ ,

like you need to breathe, like you need to breathe
íåîáõîäèìî , êàê âîçäóõ , íåîáõîäèìî , ÷òîáû äûøàòü

Embrace reality
Îáíÿòü ðåàëüíîñòü .

Can you hear me, I know I’m just a whisper
Òû ìåíÿ ñëûøèøü , ÿ çíàþ , ÷òî âñåãî ëèøü ø¸ïîò

Can you hear me, brother mine, sweet sister
Òû ìåíÿ ñëûøèøü , áðàò ìîé , ìèëàÿ ñåñòðà

Love will find an answer
Ëþáîâü íàéä¸ò îòâåò

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

Ìåòêè:  

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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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 - Locking up the Sun (àëüáîì "Carnival of Rust" 2006 ).

Äíåâíèê

Ñðåäà, 21 Ìàðòà 2018 ã. 02:50 + â öèòàòíèê
Çàïåðòîå ñîëíöå .

They’re locking up the sun, the light of reason gone
Ó íèõ çàïåðòî ñîëíöå , ñâåò ðàçóìà èñ÷åç

N’ hope has been successfully undone
Íå ñòîèò ðàññ÷èòûâàòü íà óñïåøíîå èñïðàâëåíèå .

The question’s burning on, where is it coming from
Âîïðîñ â äðóãîì , îòêóäà ýòî .

No-one seems to know the monster born
Ïîõîæå íèêòî íå çíàåò , ÷òî ìîíñòð ðîäèëñÿ

It’s a bad trip on a sinking ship, when no-one seems responsible
Ýòî íåóäà÷íàÿ ïîåçäêà íà òîíóùåì êîðàáëå , êîãäà íèêòî íè çà ÷òî íå îòâå÷àåò .

Scapegoat to rock the boat, yeah, we need someone expendable
Äà , íàì íóæåí êòî-òî äëÿ æåðòâû , êîç¸ë îòïóùåíèÿ , äëÿ ðàñêà÷êè ëîäêè

Volunteers to face the fears, can we be sensible
Äîáðîâîëüöû äëÿ áîðüáû ñî ñòðàõàìè , ñìîæåì ëè ìû âçÿòü ñåáÿ â ðóêè

And find a way to break the fall, find out the cure for all
È íàéòè ñïîñîá , êàê ñíÿòü öåïè , íàéòè ëåêàðñòâî äëÿ âñåõ .

Is there a hero somewhere, someone who appears and saves the day
Ñóùåñòâóåò ëè ãäå - òî ãåðîé , êòî -òî , êòî ñïàñàåò ïîëîæåíèå

Someone who holds out a hand and turns back time
Òîò , êòî ïðîòÿíåò ðóêó ïîìîùè è ïîâåðí¸ò âðåìÿ íàçàä .

Is there a hero somewhere, someone who will never walk away
Ñóùåñòâóåò ëè ãäå-òî ãåðîé , êòî-òî , êòî íèêîãäà íå óéä¸ò

Who doesn’t turn a blind eye to a crime
Êòî íå ïðîéä¸ò ìèìî ïðåñòóïëåíèÿ .

They’re locking up the sun, they have their chosen one
Ó íèõ çàïåðòî ñîëíöå , îíè ñäåëàëè ñâîé âûáîð .

You know this time they’ll make him play along
Òû çíàåøü , íà ýòîò ðàç îíè çàñòàâÿò åãî ïîäûãðàòü èì .

They’re taking to the arms, the fathers and their sons
Îíè áåðóò îðóæèå , îòöû è èõ ñûíîâüÿ

There’s nowhere left to run and hide
Íåêóäà áåæàòü è íåêóäà ïðÿòàòüñÿ .

It’s a bad trip on a sinking ship, when no-one seems responsible
Ýòî íåóäà÷íàÿ ïîåçäêà íà òîíóùåì êîðàáëå , êîãäà íèêòî íè çà ÷òî íå îòâå÷àåò .

Scapegoat to rock the boat, yeah, we need someone expendable
Íàì íóæåí êòî-òî äëÿ æåðòâû , äà , êîç¸ë îòïóùåíèÿ , äëÿ ðàñêà÷êè ëîäêè

Volunteers to face the fears, can we be sensible
Äîáðîâîëüöû äëÿ áîðüáû ñî ñòðàõàìè , ñìîæåì ëè ìû âçÿòü ñåáÿ â ðóêè

And find a way to break the fall, find out the cure for all
È íàéòè ñïîñîá , êàê ñíÿòü öåïè , íàéòè ëåêàðñòâî äëÿ âñåõ .

Is there a hero somewhere, someone who appears and saves the day
Ñóùåñòâóåò ëè ãäå-òî ãåðîé , êòî-òî ,êòî ñïàñàåò ïîëîæåíèå

Someone who holds out a hand and turns back time
Òîò , êòî ïðîòÿíåò ðóêó ïîìîùè è ïîâåðí¸ò âðåìÿ íàçàä .

Is there a hero somewhere, someone who will never walk away
Ñóùåñòâóåò ëè ãäå-òî ãåðîé , êòî-òî , êòî íèêîãäà íå óéä¸ò

Who doesn’t turn a blind eye to a crime
Êòî íå çàêðûâàåò ãëàçà íà ïðåñòóïëåíèå .

And in the emptiness, there’s a solution
È â ïóñòîòå , íàéä¸òñÿ ðåøåíèå

just look within yourself for absolution
ïðîñòî çàãëÿíè âíóòðü ñåáÿ , äëÿ îñâîáîæäåíèÿ .

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Ïåðåâîä ìîé è Google/ îðèãèíàëüíûé òåêñò ãðóïïû "POTF"
Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì "Carnival of Rust" 2006
Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/Ñáîðíèê "Alchemy Vol.1" 2011

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 - Dreaming Wide Awake (àëüáîì"Twilight Theater" 2010)

Äíåâíèê

Ñóááîòà, 23 Äåêàáðÿ 2017 ã. 03:05 + â öèòàòíèê
Ìå÷òàÿ íàÿâó .

Too late, the melody is over
Ñëèøêîì ïîçäíî , ìåëîäèÿ çàêîí÷èëàñü

The joke seems to be on me cos I’m the one not laughing
Êàæåòñÿ øóòêîé îò ìåíÿ , ïîòîìó ÷òî ÿ åäèíñòâåííûé íå ñìåþñü ,

Down here on the floor
˸æà íà ïîëó .

Deflate, the mystery of living
Îïðîâåðãàòü , òàèíñòâî æèçíè

In the most heartless fashion I could ever Imagine
 íàèáîëåå áåçäóøíîé ìàíåðå , ÿ ìîã ñåáå âîîáðàçèòü ,

No pretense of decor
Áåç ïðåòåíçèé ê îáñòàíîâêå .

Another place and time, without a great divide
Äðóãîå ìåñòî è âðåìÿ , áåç áîëüøîé ïðîïàñòè

And we could be flying deadly high
È ìû ìîãëè áû ëåòàòü ñìåðòåëüíî âûñîêî .

I’ll sell my soul to dream you wide awake
ß ãîòîâ ïðîäàòü ñâîþ äóøó , ÷òîáû ìå÷òàòü î òåáå , íàÿâó

Another place and time, without a warning sign
Äðóãîå ìåñòî è âðåìÿ , áåç ïðåäóïðåæäàþùåãî çíàêà

And we could be dying angel style
È ìû ìîæåì óìåðåòü , ñëîâíî àíãåëû .

I’ll sell my soul to dream you wide awake
ß ãîòîâ ïðîäàòü ñâîþ äóøó , ÷òîáû ìå÷òàòü î òåáå , íàÿâó .

I’ll dream you… wide awake
ß áóäó ìå÷òàòü î òåáå ...íàÿâó .

With me, disaster finds a playfield
Ñî ìíîé áåäñòâèÿ íàéäóò èãðîâóþ ïëîùàäêó

Love seems to draw dark, twisted pleasure tearing at me
Ëþáîâü ïî-âèäèìîìó ïðèâëåêàåò òüìó , èçâðàù¸ííî ðàäóÿñü âöåïëÿåòñÿ â ìåíÿ ,

Cos I can’t let you go
Òàê êàê ÿ íå ìîãó ïîçâîëèòü òåáå óéòè .

Mercy, like water in a desert
Ìèëîñåðäèå , êàê âîäà â ïóñòûíå ,

Shine through my memory like jewelry in the sun
Ñèÿåò , ïî ìîèì âîñïîìèíàíèÿì , êàê äðàãîöåííîñòè íà ñîëíöå .

Where are you now
Ãäå òû ñåé÷àñ ?

Another place and time…
Äðóãîå ìåñòî è âðåìÿ ...

I’ll dream you… wide awake
ß áóäó ìå÷òàòü î òåáå ...íàÿâó .

It’s like I’m racing to the sun, blindly face the blazing gun
Ýòî êàê áóäòî ÿ ñîñòÿçàþñü ñ ñîëíöåì , áåçðàññóäíî ñìîòðÿ íà ïûëàþùèé ïèñòîëåò .

Cos I’m afraid I will be left here without you
Ïîñêîëüêó ìíå ñòðàøíî áóäåò óõîäèòü îòñþäà áåç òåáÿ .

Like I’m racing not to run, give more when I have none
Êàê áóäòî ÿ ðàçãîíÿþñü íå äëÿ ïîáåãà , îòäàâàÿ áîëüøå , êîãäà ó ìåíÿ íèêîãî íåò .

Cos I’m afraid I will be left here without you… wide awake
Ïîòîìó ÷òî ÿ áîþñü îñòàòüñÿ çäåñü , áåç òåáÿ ...ïðîñíóâøèñü .

Another place and time…
Äðóãîå ìåñòî è âðåìÿ ...

I’ll dream you… wide awake
ß áóäó ìå÷òàòü î òåáå ...íàÿâó .

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ïåðåâîä ìîé è Google/ îðèãèíàëüíûé òåêñò ãðóïïû "POTF"
Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì "Twilight Theater" 2010
Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/Ñáîðíèê "Alchemy Vol.1" 2011

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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Ïåðåâîä ìîé è Google/ îðèãèíàëüíûé òåêñò ãðóïïû "POTF"
Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì "Twilight Theater" 2010
Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/Ñáîðíèê "Alchemy Vol.1" 2011

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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

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