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POTF - Angel ( àëüáîì ''Ultraviolet'' 2018 ).

Äíåâíèê

Ïîíåäåëüíèê, 16 Àâãóñòà 2021 ã. 23:24 + â öèòàòíèê
Àíãåë.

I'm not looking for words
ß íå ïîäáèðàþ ñëîâà

I'm not running from hurt
È íå áåãó îò áîëè

I just want you by my side
ß ïðîñòî õî÷ó, ÷òîáû òû áûëà ðÿäîì

In this moment in time
Èìåííî ñåé÷àñ

Feels I'm crossing a line
Îùóùàþ, ÷òî ïåðåñåêàþ ÷åðòó

I'm not looking to set things right
Ìíå íå èíòåðåñíî ýòî èñïðàâèòü

This tear I cry
Ýòîò ðàçðûâ, ÿ âûïëà÷ó (ñëåçàìè)

Falls like healing rain
Ïàäàåò, êàê èñöåëÿþùèé äîæäü

Softly soothes my pain
Òèõî óòåøàÿ â ìîåé áîëè

This surrender it feels like I'll
Ìíå êàæåòñÿ,÷òî â ýòîé êàïèòóëÿöèè âåñü ÿ

Kiss the feathers of a hummingbird in flight
Ïðèêîñíîâåíèå ïîöåëóÿ, ñëîâíî âåòåðîê îò êðûëüåâ ëåòàþùåé êîëèáðè

Breaking up into a million specks of light
Ðàñïàäàÿñü íà ìèëëèîí ïÿòíûøåê ñâåòà

Take the shape of an angel in the night
Ïðåâðàòèòñÿ íî÷üþ â àíãåëà

Carry you to peaceful fields
Îòíåñòè òåáÿ â óìèðîòâîðÿþùèå ñôåðû

My home is my skin
Ìîÿ êîæà - ìîé äîì

And in the world I've within
À â ìèðå, ÿ â ðàìêàõ

All I have is my love for you
Âñ¸, ÷òî ó ìåíÿ åñòü, ýòî ìîÿ ëþáîâü ê òåáå

If I conceal my fear
Åñëè ÿ ñêðûâàþ ñâîé ñòðàõ

Will I be in the clear
Áóäåò ëè ýòî î÷åâèäíûì

Or am I giving life to phantom pain
Èëè ÿ äàþ æèçíü ôàíòîìíîé áîëè

Cos it's playing out
Ïîòîìó ÷òî ýòî âëèÿåò

Every note in the score
Ëþáîå çàìå÷àíèå ê ñ÷¸òó

I surrender once more
ß ñíîâà ñäàþñü

But as my tears fall they still
Íî êîãäà ìîè ñëåçû ïàäàþò, îíè âñå åùå

Kiss the feathers of a hummingbird in flight...
Ïðèêîñíîâåíèå ïîöåëóÿ, ñëîâíî âåòåðîê îò êðûëüåâ ëåòàþùåé êîëèáðè...

Grant me one wish
Èñïîëíè îäíî ìî¸ æåëàíèå

Send me one more kiss
Ïðèøëè ìíå åùå îäèí ïîöåëóé

On the whispering wind
Íà øåï÷óùåì âåòðå

Like white horses
Ñëîâíî äâå æèçíè

Running in the fields
Áåãóùèå ñâîáîäíûìè

Something new begins
Íà÷àëî ÷åãî - òî íîâîãî

This tear I cry...
Ýòîò ðàçðûâ, ÿ âûïëà÷ó... (ñëåçàìè)

Kiss the feathers of a hummingbird in flight...
Ïðèêîñíîâåíèå ïîöåëóÿ, ñëîâíî âåòåðîê îò êðûëüåâ ëåòàþùåé êîëèáðè...

In your dreams of peaceful fields
 òâîèõ ìå÷òàõ îá óìèðîòâîðåíèè

* Ïåðåâîä ìîé è Google / îðèãèíàëüíûé òåêñò ãðóïïû '' Poets of the Fall ''
* Ïåðåâîä ïî÷òè âîëüíûé. Íî ïåñíÿ ìíå ñðàçó ïîíðàâèëàñü, åäâà ÿ å¸ óñëûøàëà. À â ìåäëåííîì èñïîëíåíèè ýòî " ïðèêîñíîâåíèå ïîöåëóÿ, ñëîâíî âåòåðîê îò êðûëüåâ ëåòàþùåé êîëèáðè...".
Îõ, Ìàðêî ...Dorifor ( è ýòî áåññïîðíî).
Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì " Ultraviolet " 2018

POTF - The Sweet Escape ( àëüáîì ''Ultraviolet'' 2018 ).

Äíåâíèê

Ñóááîòà, 24 Èþëÿ 2021 ã. 23:13 + â öèòàòíèê
Ïîáåã.

Lying in the arms of night
Ëåæà â îáúÿòèÿõ íî÷è

In the shadows of the firelight
 òåíè ñâåòà

Suspended by this feeling of fading away
Îòñòðàí¸ííûé ñ îùóùåíèåì óãàñàíèÿ

I wanna run away with you
ß õî÷ó ñáåæàòü ñ òîáîé

So meet me by the cut through
×òîáû ðàçëîìàòü ýòî, æäè ìåíÿ

Together we'll make our sweet escape
Âìåñòå ìû ñáåæèì

Cos you're fearless in your love
Ïîòîìó ÷òî òû áåññòðàøåí â ñâîåé ëþáâè

Devoted to compassion
Ïîñâÿù¸ííîé ñîïåðåæèâàíèþ

The highest state of art
Âûñøåå êà÷åñòâî èñêóññòâà

Piercing in your truth
Ïðîíèêàåò â òâîþ ñóòü

Sincere in all intention
Èñêðåííèé âî âñåõ íàìåðåíèÿõ

The way you wear your heart
Òî, êàê òû ïîëüçóåøüñÿ ñâîèì ñåðäöåì

The way you hold my heart
Òî, êàêîå ìåñòî òû çàíèìàåøü â ìî¸ì ñåðäöå

My fierce friend
Ìîé ñèëüíûé äðóã

Under a canopy of stars
Ïîä ñåíüþ çâ¸çä

Where thought and truth divorce
Ãäå ìûñëè è ïðàâäà ðàñõîäÿòñÿ

In that latticework of dreams we are shameless
 ýòîé ðåø¸òêå ìå÷òû, ìû áåççàñòåí÷èâû

I wanna run away with you
ß õî÷ó ñáåæàòü ñ òîáîé

Somewhere they cannot undo
Òóäà, ãäå îíè íå ñìîãóò ðàçðóøèòü

Together we'll make our sweet escape
Âìåñòå ìû ñáåæèì

Cos you're fearless in your love...
Ïîòîìó ÷òî òû áåññòðàøåí â ñâîåé ëþáâè...

And this is why I love you
È âîò ïî÷åìó ÿ ëþáëþ òåáÿ

Why you're the only one
Ïî÷åìó òîëüêî òû îäèí

You're the only one
Åäèíñòâåííûé

Who has seen me come undone
Êòî âèäåë ìåíÿ ðàçðóøåííûì

And then seen beyond
À ïîòîì ñìîòðåòü äàëüøå

Cos you're fearless in your love...
Ïîòîìó ÷òî òû áåññòðàøåí â ñâîåé ëþáâè...

I wanna run away tonight
ß õî÷ó ñáåæàòü ñåãîäíÿ æå

Just leave everything behind
Ïðîñòî îñòàâèòü âñå ïîçàäè.

Together we'll make our sweet escape
Âìåñòå ìû ñáåæèì

In the shadows out of sight
 òåíè, âíå ïîëÿ çðåíèÿ

Like ghosts in ultraviolet
Ñëîâíî ïðèçðàêè â óëüòðàôèîëåòå

* Îðèãèíàëüíûé òåêñò ãðóïïû '' Poets Of The Fall ''/ ïåðåâîä ìîé è Google
* Óæ èçâèíèòå, íî ÿ â ïåðåâîäå áåç ñëîâà sweet.
Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì " Ultraviolet " 2018

Poets Of The Fall - Fool's Paradise ( àëüáîì '' Ultraviolet '' 2018 )

Äíåâíèê

×åòâåðã, 22 Èþëÿ 2021 ã. 00:31 + â öèòàòíèê
Îáìàí÷èâûé ðàé.

I remember laughter
ß ïîìíþ ñìåõ

My rollercoaster emotions
Ìîè àäðåíàëèíîâûå ýìîöèè àìåðèêàíñêèõ ãîðîê

Oh, how they echo in my mind
Î, êàê îíè ýõîì âòîðãàþòñÿ â ìîé ðàçóì

Like counterfeit excitement
Ñëîâíî ïîääåëüíàÿ ðàäîñòü

This happy pandemonium
Ýòî ñ÷àñòëèâîå ñìÿòåíèå

Of zooming in on our next high
Ïðèáëèçèòüñÿ ê íàøåìó ñëåäóþùåìó ïèêó

And it feels like flying
È ýòî ïîõîæå íà ïîëåò

It's a fool's paradise
Ýòîò îáìàí÷èâûé ðàé

And here we go denying
È âîò ìû íà÷èíàåì îòðèöàòü

That there's always a price
×òî âñåãäà åñòü öåíà

And no easy way out
È íåò ëåãêîãî âûõîäà

But we can leave our gilded cages
Íî ìû ìîæåì ïîêèíóòü íàøè ïîçîëî÷åííûå êëåòêè

In the silence of minds
 òèøèíå ðàçìûøëåíèé

I remember the question
ß ïîìíþ âîïðîñ

Who are we really living for
Äëÿ êîãî ìû íà ñàìîì äåëå æèâåì

N' I could feel you by my side
ß íå ìîã ÷óâñòâîâàòü òåáÿ ðÿäîì ñ ñîáîé

Rare like the flower
Ðåäêèé , êàê öâåòîê

Peace without euphoria
Áåçðàäîñòíûé ìèð

This surrender feels so right
Ýòà êàïèòóëÿöèÿ êàæåòñÿ òàêîé ïðàâèëüíîé

And it feels like flying...
È ýòî ïîõîæå íà ïîë¸ò...

There ain't no denying
Íèêòî íå áóäåò îòðèöàòü

It feels like, like flying
Ýòî ÷óâñòâî, ñëîâíî ïîë¸ò

Two worlds colliding,
Ñòîëêíîâåíèå äâóõ ìèðîâ,

There ain't no bargaining
Áåç êàêèõ-ëèáî ñäåëîê

No giving in without a fight
Íå ñäàâàòüñÿ áåç áîÿ

Model of defiance
Îáðàçåö íåïîâèíîâåíèÿ

In the face of adversity
Ïåðåä ëèöîì òðóäíîñòåé

You keep your target in your sights
Äåðæè öåëü â ïîëå çðåíèÿ

And it feels like flying
È ýòî ïîõîæå íà ïîë¸ò

Outta fool's paradise
Ïîäàëüøå îò îáìàí÷èâîãî ðàÿ

And there's no denying
È ÷òî íèêòî íå îòðèöàåò

But I'll pay the price
Íî ÿ çàïëà÷ó öåíó

With my fear and doubt
Ñ ìîèì ñòðàõîì è ñîìíåíèåì

I'll leave them in their cages
ß îñòàâëþ èõ â êëåòêàõ

And rise to blinding heights
È ïîäíèìóñü íà îñëåïëÿþùèå âûñîòû

* Îðèãèíàëüíûé òåêñò ãðóïïû '' Poets Of The Fall '' / ïåðåâîä Google è ÷àñòè÷íî ìîé.
Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì " Ultraviolet " 2018

Ìåòêè:  

Poets Of The Fall - Standstill ( àëüáîì '' Ultraviolet '' 2018 ).

Äíåâíèê

Ñðåäà, 21 Èþëÿ 2021 ã. 23:19 + â öèòàòíèê
Îñòàíîâêà.

Time spent like a spendthrift clown
Âðåìÿ ïîòðà÷åííîå íà ýêñöåíòðèêó

So many chances wasted
Òàê ìíîãî øàíñîâ ïîòðà÷åííûõ âïóñòóþ

So many hopes let down
Òàê ìíîãî ðàçî÷àðîâàíèé

You didn't see how your pain
Òû íå âèäåë, êàê áîëü

Became your refrain
Ñòàëà òâîèì òîðìîçîì ( óêëîíåíèåì, âîçäåðæèâàíèåì- ïðèìåð"îò äàëüíåéøèõ äåéñòâèé")

You always thought there was tomorrow
Òû âñåãäà äóìàë, ÷òî áóäåò çàâòðà

Wish you could get back what you let go
Õîòåë áû âåðíóòü òî, ÷òî îòïóñòèë

But it's alright if you fall
Íî ýòî íîðìàëüíî, åñëè òû óïàäåøü

You just get up, just go on
Òåáå íóæíî âñòàòü, ïðîñòî æèòü

Never mind the hurt, even if you burn
Íå äóìàÿ î áîëè, äàæå åñëè òû ñãîðèøü

Cos it's all, gonna be so much better
Ïîòîìó ÷òî ýòî âñ¸ ìîæåò áûòü íàìíîãî ëó÷øå

The moment your true self's shining through
 òîò ìîìåíò, êîãäà òû ïîäëèííûé çàñâåòèøüñÿ èçíóòðè

Like the love when I'm finally holding you
Êàê ëþáîâü, êîãäà ÿ íàêîíåö îáíèìàþ òåáÿ

First step after the fall
Ïåðâûé øàã ïîñëå ïàäåíèÿ

So many more to take till I'm done with'em all
Òàê ìíîãî âñåãî, ÷òî íóæíî ñäåëàòü, ïîêà íå çàêîí÷ó ñî âñåì

With my hopes and my dreams, my anxieties
Ñ ìîèìè íàäåæäàìè è ìå÷òàìè, ìîèìè áåñïîêîéñòâàìè

But there is peace in no expectations
Íî â ìèðå áåç îáÿçàòåëüñòâ

Marvelling at the hallucination
Âîñõèùàþñü èëëþçèÿìè

Yeah, it's alright if you fall...
Äà, ýòî íîðìàëüíî åñëè òû óïà䏸ü...

Through all these dawns
×åðåç âñå ýòè ðàññâåòû

Oh, winter blues
Î,çèìíèé áëþç

Still wondering why
È ïî÷åìó âñ¸ åù¸ èíòåðåñíî

And what's the use
À ÷òî òîëêó

Oh, the first hello
Î, ïåðâûé ïðèâåò

To the late goodbye
Äî ïîñëåäíåãî ïðîùàé

When I'm made new, yeah
Äà, êîãäà ÿ ñîçäàì ñåáÿ íîâûì

Yeah, it's alright if you fall...
Äà, ýòî íîðìàëüíî åñëè òû óïà䏸ü...

* Îðèãèíàëüíûé òåêñò ãðóïïû "Poets Of The Fall'' / ïåðåâîä Google è ÷àñòè÷íî ìîé.
Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì " Ultraviolet " 2018

Ìåòêè:  

POTF - In a Perfect World ( àëüáîì "Ultraviolet" 2018 )

Äíåâíèê

×åòâåðã, 15 Íîÿáðÿ 2018 ã. 03:19 + â öèòàòíèê
 èäåàëüíîì ìèðå.

Baby, I’ve been feeling a bit on edge
Äåòêà, ÿ ÷óâñòâóþ ñåáÿ íåìíîãî íà âçâîäå

Lately, I’ve been careless at making bets.
Íà äíÿõ, ÿ áûë íåîñòîðîæåí äåëàÿ ñòàâêè.

Living in a world where it’s always Monday,
Æèâÿ â ìèðå, ãäå íåèçìåííî Ïîíåäåëüíèê,

One AM and dark, and it’s always pouring
Îäèíàêîâûå ò¸ìíûå ðàññâåòû è âñåãäà äîæäü

Where you can feel the weight of a new day rising
Ãäå òû ìîæåøü ïî÷óâñòâîâàòü óâåëè÷èâàþùèéñÿ ãðóç íîâîãî äíÿ,

By the neon furies of advertising.
Íåèñòîâñòâî íåîíîâûõ ðåêëàì.

But baby, we’re not here to stay,
Íî äåòêà, ìû çäåñü íå îñòàíåìñÿ ,

So hey, hey, hey, hush, don’t be crying now, hear,
Òàê íå ïëà÷ü ñåé÷àñ, õåé, ïîñëóøàé ,

Cos any day fortune may wander down, dear,
Ïîòîìó ÷òî, âåðîÿòíî, êîãäà - íèáóäü óäà÷íûé äåíü çàáðåä¸ò è îñòàíåòñÿ, äîðîãàÿ

And we can see a world that is milk and honey,
È ìû ìîæåì óâèäåòü ìèð , êîòîðûé ñâåòëûé è ðîäíîé,

The tapestry of life as a beautiful journey.
Ïðåêðàñíîå ïóòåøåñòâèå ñîãëàñíî êàðòå æèçíè.

There’s always a promise of a silver lining,
Âñåãäà åñòü íàäåæäà íà ëó÷øåå,

There’s that elation of perfect timing…
Ýòî ñâîåâðåìåííàÿ ýéôîðèÿ...

In a perfect world…
 ñîâåðøåííîì ìèðå...

Baby, I can see through their idle threats
Äåòêà, ÿ ìîãó âèäåòü èõ íàñêâîçü, ïóñòûå óãðîçû

So easy I can walk through their bayonets.
Òàê ëåãêî, ÿ ìîãó ïðîéòè ñêâîçü èõ øòûêè.

But even still I can stumble and fall,
Îäíàêî äàæå ÿ ìîãó âñ¸ ðàâíî ñïîòêíóòüñÿ è óïàñòü,

And every step I miss, it still takes its toll
È êàæäûé øàã , ÷òî ÿ ïðîïóñêàþ, âñ¸ ðàâíî çàáèðàåòñÿ â óïëàòó

Even if I wise up there’s always a price,
Âñåãäà åñòü öåíà, äàæå åñëè ÿ ïîóìíåþ,

Serenity betrays and troubles arise,
Ïðåäàòåëüñêîå ñïîêîéñòâèå è âîçíèêàþùèå ïðîáëåìû,

But baby, they’re not here to stay,
Íî äåòêà, îíè çäåñü íå îñòàíóòñÿ ,

So hey, hey hey, hush, don’t be crying now, hear…
Òàê íå ïëà÷ü ñåé÷àñ, õåé, ïîñëóøàé...

… In a perfect world we’d know just why
... èäåàëüíîì ìèðå, ìû áû ïðîñòî çíàëè îòâåòû

In a perfect world we would never lie
 èäåàëüíîì ìèðå, ìû íèêîãäà íå áóäåì ëãàòü

In a perfect world there’d be no reason to cry
 èäåàëüíîì ìèðå, íåò ïðè÷èí ïëàêàòü

In a perfect world, In a perfect world
 èäåàëüíîì ìèðå,  ñîâåðøåííîì ìèðå

In a perfect world we’d never die
 èäåàëüíîì ìèðå, ìû íèêîãäà íå óìð¸ì

So hey, hey hey, hush, don’t be crying now, hear…
Òàê íå ïëà÷ü ñåé÷àñ, õåé, ïîñëóøàé...

*
ïåðåâîä ìîé è Google / îðèãèíàëüíûé òåêñò ãðóïïû "POTF"
( êðàñèâàÿ ïåñíÿ, ñ ò¸ìíûì îòòåíêîì)
Ðóáðèêè:  Òåêñòû ïåñåí POTF è ïåðåâîä/àëüáîì " Ultraviolet " 2018

POTF - My Dark Disquiet ( àëüáîì "Ultraviolet" 2018 )

Äíåâíèê

×åòâåðã, 18 Îêòÿáðÿ 2018 ã. 03:22 + â öèòàòíèê
Ìî¸ ò¸ìíîå áåñïîêîéñòâî.

Night, the world, it’s mine, with nobody else out here
Íî÷ü, âñåëåííàÿ, ýòî ìî¸, òàê êàê òàì íèêîãî

It’s time, run wild and royally cavalier
Ñàìîå âðåìÿ ñáåæàòü íåîáóçäàííûì è âåëèêîëåïíûì âñàäíèêîì.

To burn, ignite, I’d do it for so much less
Ñïðîâîöèðîâàòü, ñæå÷ü, ÿ áû ñäåëàë ýòî íåçíà÷èòåëüíûì

When all is made clear there is nothing else
Êîãäà âñ¸ ñòàíîâèòñÿ ÿñíûì, íè÷åãî íå ïîäåëàåøü

And here we stand, the sweet arresting duality
È ìû íàõîäèìñÿ çäåñü, ñëàäêàÿ , çàõâàòûâàþùàÿ äâîéñòâåííîñòü

And I come to, it’s resin all over me
È ÿ ïðèõîæó, ïîêðûòûé âåñü ýòîé ñìîëîé.

Will I awake, will I get a ride with you
ß ïðîñíóñü, ÿ ïîåäó ñ òîáîé ?

In this race of two
 ýòîé ãîíêå äâóõ.

We’re an endless stream of choices
Ìû áåñêîíå÷íûé ïîòîê âàðèàíòîâ

We’re the softest murmur of voices
Ìû - ñàìûé íåæíûé ø¸ïîò ãîëîñîâ

Without names we’re fantasising
Ìû ôàíòàçèðóåì áåç èì¸í.

Dancing like flames, mesmerising
Òàíöóÿ, êàê ïëàìÿ, çàâîðàæèâàåì

My dark disquiet playing such eerie harmonies
Ìî¸ ò¸ìíîå áåñïîêîéñòâî èãðàåò ñ òàêîé æóòêîé ñîãëàñîâàííîñòüþ,

Making waves and diving under
Ñîçäà¸ò ïðîáëåìû è òîïèò,

Lightning to the sound of thunder
Ìîëíèåíîñòíî, ïîä çâóêè óãðîç.

My dark disquiet singing such haunting melodies
Ìî¸ ò¸ìíîå áåñïîêîéñòâî ïî¸ò òàêèå íàâÿç÷èâûå ìåëîäèè.

So white, so still, so bright, it’s almost too painful now
Òàêîå áåëîå, ñïîêîéíîå, ÿðêîå, ñåãîäíÿ ýòî ñëèøêîì ñëîæíî è áîëåçíåííî.

I’m ready to fight, to run from the light
ß ãîòîâ ñðàæàòüñÿ, áåæàòü îò ñâåòà

And here now comes the sweet corrupting reality
È çäåñü òåïåðü ñàìàÿ ñëàäêàÿ ðàçâðàùàþùàÿ ðåàëüíîñòü.

While now I’m free, will I once cease to be
Íåñìîòðÿ íà òî, ÷òî çäåñü ÿ ñâîáîäåí, îäíàæäû ÿ ïåðåñòàíó áûòü òàì.

Will I awake, will I get a ride with you
ß ïðîñíóñü, ÿ ïîåäó ñ òîáîé ?

In this race of two
 ãîíêå äâóõ.

We are momentary masters
Ìû ñèþìèíóòíûå ìàñòåðà

We’re false kings and bastards
Ìû ëæèâûå êîðîëè è ìåðçàâöû

Without names we’re fantasising…
Ìû ôàíòàçèðóåì áåç èì¸í...

We are marionettes by strings animated
Ìû ìàðèîíåòêè íà àíèìèðîâàííûõ íèòÿõ

Yet like lovers of strings liberated
Òåì íå ìåíåå, ñëîâíî âîçëþáëåííûå íà îñâîáîæä¸ííûõ íèòÿõ

Without names we’re fantasising…
Ìû ôàíòàçèðóåì áåç èì¸í...

Brothers by blood separated
Ðàçäåë¸ííûå áðàòüÿ ïî êðîâè

Marionettes animated
Àíèìèðîâàííûå ìàðèîíåòêè

Lovers of strings liberated
Ëþáîâíèêè îñâîáîæä¸ííûõ íèòåé.

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POTF - Choir of Cicadas ( àëüáîì "Ultraviolet" 2018 )

Äíåâíèê

Ïÿòíèöà, 12 Îêòÿáðÿ 2018 ã. 04:18 + â öèòàòíèê
Õîð öèêàä.

It’s the season of dust trailing old pick up trucks
Ýòî âðåìÿ ñêîëüçÿùåé ïûëè, ïîäíÿòîé ñòàðûìè ãðóçîâèêàìè.

Seashells washed ashore down by the docks
Ðàêóøåê âûáðîøåííûõ íà áåðåã âîçëå äîêîâ.

So baby pull on your blue jeans turn the radio loud
Òàê äåòêà íàòÿãèâàþùàÿ âàøè ñèíèå äæèíñû, âðàùàåò ãðîìêîñòü ðàäèî.

Don’t wait for the hour to give birth to doubt
Íå æäèòå è íå ñîìíåâàéòåñü, ÷òîáû âîçðîäèòüñÿ

In the peak harvest of snakebites and wasted hindsight
 ïèê æàòâû çìåèíûõ óêóñîâ è ïîòåðÿííûõ î÷åâèäíîñòåé.

When trivial truths sit next to the taillights
Êîãäà áàíàëüíûå èñòèíû íàõîäÿòñÿ ðÿäîì ñ ãàáàðèòíûìè îãíÿìè

When fenders of chrome they rattle and hum
Íåñìîòðÿ íà õðîìèðîâàííûå êðûëüÿ, îíè ãóäÿò è ãðîõî÷óò

All carved in the shape of freedom
Âñå âûðåçàíû â ôèãóðó ñâîáîäíîé âîëè .

Those flea market stalls in the bone dry noon
 ïîëäåíü ýòè ïàëàòêè áëîøèíûõ ðûíêîâ âûñóøèâàþòñÿ äî êîñòåé

Despite pretty signs, look cursed and marooned
Âîïðåêè êðàñèâûì çíàêàì, âûãëÿäÿò çàòåðÿííûìè è ïðîêëÿòûìè .

And trumpet notes wailing from the candy store
È òðóáíûé çâóê ïëà÷óùèé èç ìàãàçèíà ñëàäîñòåé

Like a work of art of uneasy rapport
Êàê ïðîèçâåäåíèå èñêóññòâà íåïðîñòûõ âçàèìîîòíîøåíèé.

The wreckage, the blunder, the tarot read
Îáëîìêè, ïðîñ÷¸òû, ïðî÷èòàííûå Òàðî

In the heat blurry air we’re down in the field
 æàðêîì ðàñïëûâ÷àòîì âîçäóõå ìû ñïóñêàåìñÿ â ïîëå

Where to the choir of cicadas’ jubilee
Ãäå ïðàçäíóåò õîð öèêàä.

Among the clouds we once fell asleep
Ìû îäíàæäû óñíóëè ñðåäè îáëàêîâ

The sirens of the shipyard by those derelict whales
Ñèðåíû âåðôè ýòèõ áðîøåííûõ êèòîâ.

Old mothers singing rusty old tales
Ïîæèëûå ìàìû õðèïëî ïîþò ñòàðûå ñêàçêè

Like revving engines keening sky high
Ãîëîñÿùèå ñëîâíî ðàáîòàþùèé íåáåñíûé äâèãàòåëü,

Yet theirs is never a war cry
Íî âñ¸ æå èõ êðèê íèêîãäà íå áóäåò âîåííûì.

So I’ll be your lover now, brazen and bright
Òàê ÷òî ñåé÷àñ ÿ áóäó òâîèì ëþáîâíèêîì, ÿðêèì è íàãëûì

Like the flare of a match you struck in the night
Ñëîâíî âñïûøêà ñïè÷êè, êîòîðîé òû ïîðàçèëàñü â íî÷è.

Though what does a stray know ‘bout holy and true
Õîòÿ , ÷òî çíàåò çàáëóæäàþùèéñÿ î ñâÿòîì è èñòèííîì .

But I’ll always come to your rescue
Íî ÿ âñåãäà ïðèäó òåáå ïîìî÷ü.

Oh lord won’t you hear your children cry
Î,ãîñïîäèí, òû íå õî÷åøü ñëûøàòü ïëà÷ü ñâîèõ äåòåé

Singing their praise and their hallelujahs
Èõ ïåíèå, ïðîñëàâëÿþùåå è âîñõâàëÿþùåå.

I have no more words to describe
Ó ìåíÿ íåò áîëüøå ñëîâ äëÿ îïèñàíèÿ

An empty sky of hollow blue, yeah
Ïóñòîå ãîëóáîå íåáî, äà

So where is my lover, my firelight
Òàê ãäå æå ìîÿ ëþáèìàÿ, ìîé îãîíü

The line on the edge of truth and rumour
Íà ëèíèè ñîïðèêîñíîâåíèÿ ïðàâäû è ñëóõîâ,

We took our vows in the heart of the night
Ìû çàáðàëè íàøè êëÿòâû â ñåðåäèíå íî÷è.

We were brazen and bright, when we were brazen and bright
Ìû áûëè íàãëûìè è ÿðêèìè, êîãäà ìû áûëè íàãëûìè è ÿðêèìè.

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POTF - Moments before the storm ( àëüáîì "Ultraviolet" 2018 )

Äíåâíèê

Ïîíåäåëüíèê, 08 Îêòÿáðÿ 2018 ã. 04:01 + â öèòàòíèê
Ìãíîâåíüÿ ïåðåä áóðåé.

I will close my eyes to see your face again
ß âíîâü çàêðîþ ãëàçà, ÷òîáû óâèäåòü òâî¸ ëèöî

Let the love I feel rebuild my faith through pain, I remain
Ïóñòü áîëü âîññòàíîâèò ìîþ âåðó â ëþáîâü, è ÿ ïðåæíèé

Defences down
Îïóñòèë çàùèòó

Heart in my mouth
Êîìîê â ãîðëå

I still hear your voice, calling my name,
ß äî ñèõ ïîð ñëûøó òâîé ãîëîñ, çîâóùèé ìåíÿ,

And like every new choice, it carries the promise,
È ïîäîáíî êàæäîìó íîâîìó âûáîðó, îí íåñ¸ò íàäåæäó,

That we’ll find our love, that we’re not just like moths to flame,
×òî ìû íàéä¸ì íàøó ëþáîâü, ÷òî ìû íå ïðîñòî ìîòûëüêè ëåòÿùèå íà îãîíü,

Already lost, moments before the storm
Óæå ïîòåðÿâøèå, ìãíîâåíüÿ ïåðåä áóðåé

I’ll cast the telling bones to know my fate dealt hand
ß íàëîæèë ÷àðû íà êîñòè, ÷òîáû óçíàòü êàñàòåëüíî ìîåé ñóäüáû

And down the beach I’ll trail your footprints in the sand, overland
È âäîëü ïëÿæà, ÿ ìîãó ïðîñëåäèòü ïóòü òâîèõ ñëåäîâ íà ïåñêå, ïî ñóøå

Till I’ll kiss your brow again
Ïîêà ÿ åù¸ ðàç öåëóþ òâîþ áðîâü

I’m right here now
Ñåé÷àñ ÿ ðÿäîì

I still hear your voice…
ß äî ñèõ ïîð ñëûøó òâîé ãîëîñ...

Are we collateral damage
Èìååì ëè ìû ïîðó÷èòåëÿ äëÿ âîçìåùåíèÿ óùåðáà ?

Is love its justification
×òî â ëþáâè ýòî îïðàâäàíî

How do we sing our songs
Êàê ìû ïî¸ì íàøè ïåñíè ?

Despite
Âîïðåêè.

In truth it’s visceral savage
Èíòóèòèâíî, ïî ïðàâäå ýòî æåñòîêî

This magnetic sensation
Ýòî ìàãíåòè÷åñêîå ÷óâñòâî

Cornered it becomes strong
Ñòàíîâÿñü ñèëüíåå, çàãîíÿåò â óãîë

And it fights, to be right, to be right
È áîðåòñÿ, ÷òîáû áûòü ïðàâûì,áûòü ïðàâûì

I still hear your voice…
ß äî ñèõ ïîð ñëûøó òâîé ãîëîñ...

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POTF - “Dancing on Broken Glass” ( àëüáîì "Ultraviolet" 2018 )

Äíåâíèê

×åòâåðã, 27 Ñåíòÿáðÿ 2018 ã. 03:41 + â öèòàòíèê
Òàíöû íà áèòîì ñòåêëå.

This place a palace of light drawn with shade
Ýòî ìåñòî äâîðöà ñâåòà, ñ èñêðèâë¸ííûìè òåíÿìè

Of silence and pretence a token of our trade
Ìîë÷àíèÿ è ïðèòâîðñòâîì, çíàêîì íàøåé òîðãîâëè

And here you and I lie wreathed in flames
È çäåñü ìû ñ òîáîé îõâà÷åíû îãí¸ì ëæè.

All over a life lived by making up new games
Íà ïðîòÿæåíèè æèçíè, ïðîæèòîé â ñîñòàâëåíèè íîâûõ èãð

Of gazes and whispers
Èç âçãëÿäîâ è ñëóõîâ.

I want you to know I still love you
ß õî÷ó, ÷òîáû òû çíàëà, ÿ âñ¸ åù¸ ëþáëþ òåáÿ

Even though we’ve been dancing on broken glass
Äàæå êîãäà ìû òàíöóåì íà áèòîì ñòåêëå.

Parade all your memories for the moments we shared
Âûäåëèòå âñå ñâîè âîñïîìèíàíèÿ â ìîìåíòû, êîòîðûìè ìû äåëèëèñü,

Never fade away
Íèêîãäà íå ïîáëåêíóò.

I want you to know I still love you
ß õî÷ó, ÷òîáû òû çíàëà, ÿ âñ¸ åù¸ ëþáëþ òåáÿ

When I walk down the memory lane
Êîãäà ÿ ñïóñêàþñü ïî àëëåå ïàìÿòè

Where the night swears its love to the stars
Ãäå íî÷ü êëÿí¸òñÿ ñâîåé ëþáîâüþ ê çâ¸çäàì

There will be no more tears today, hey, hey
Ñåãîäíÿ áîëüøå íå áóäåò ñë¸ç,hey,hey

We share a penchant for cyanide praise
Ìû ðàçäåëÿåì ñêëîííîñòü ê ÿäîâèòûì ïîõâàëàì

Fashioned our armors of empathy’s malaise
Íàøèì ñôîðìèðîâàííûì äîñïåõàì áîëåçíåííîãî ñî÷óâñòâèÿ

And all of that hurt, and all of those words that we said
È âñ¸ ýòî ðàíèò è âñå ýòè ñëîâà, ÷òî ìû ñêàçàëè

You’d think we poisoned the ground on which we tread
Òû äóìàåøü, ìû îòðàâèëè çåìëþ ïî êîòîðîé ñòóïàåì ,

But the lining is silver
Íî ñîäåðæèìîå ñåðåáðèñòîå . ( ÿ íàøëà ïðèìåðíûé ðóññêèé àíàëîã "íåò õóäà,áåç äîáðà" )

I want you to know I still love you
ß õî÷ó, ÷òîáû òû çíàëà, ÿ âñ¸ åù¸ ëþáëþ òåáÿ

Even though we’ve been dancing on broken glass
Äàæå êîãäà ìû òàíöóåì íà áèòîì ñòåêëå.

Parade all your memories for the moments we shared
Âûäåëèòå âñå ñâîè âîñïîìèíàíèÿ â ìîìåíòû, êîòîðûìè ìû äåëèëèñü,

Never fade away
Íèêîãäà íå ïîáëåêíóò.

I want you to know I still love you
ß õî÷ó, ÷òîáû òû çíàëà, ÿ âñ¸ åù¸ ëþáëþ òåáÿ

When I walk down the memory lane
Êîãäà ÿ ñïóñêàþñü ïî àëëåå ïàìÿòè

Where the night swears its love to the stars
Ãäå íî÷ü êëÿí¸òñÿ ñâîåé ëþáîâüþ ê çâ¸çäàì

There will be no more tears today, hey, hey
Ñåãîäíÿ áîëüøå íå áóäåò ñë¸ç, hey, hey

The best of intentions will not see the road paved
Ñàìûå áëàãèå íàìåðåíèÿ íå óâèäÿò âûìîùåííîé äîðîãè

The end of illusions, who could ever be saved
Ïîãèáøèå èëëþçèè, êòî ìîã áû ñïàñòè

What’s left behind in the storms that we’ve braved
×òî îñòàëîñü â áóðÿõ, êîòîðûå ìû èñïûòàëè ?

The troubles we find and the chances we waived
Íåïðèÿòíîñòè, êîòîðûå ìû íàõîäèì è øàíñû, îò êîòîðûõ îòêàçàëèñü

We’re going where dreams really come true
Ìû ïîéä¸ì, ãäå ìå÷òû âñåãäà îñóùåñòâëÿþòñÿ

And we won’t be held back by our fears
È íàøè ñòðàõè íàñ íå îñòàíîâÿò.

Come hell or high water
Íàñòóïèâøèé àä èëè âûñîêàÿ âîëíà( äàæå åñëè âîêðóã àä è íàêàòûâàþò âîëíû-óáèéöû)

We’ll trust there’s a life for us here this way
×òî æ ìû ïîâåðèì, ÷òî çäåñü äëÿ íàñ åñòü æèçíü.

I want you to know I still love you
ß õî÷ó, ÷òîáû òû çíàëà, ÿ âñ¸ åù¸ ëþáëþ òåáÿ

Even though we’ve been dancing on broken glass
Äàæå êîãäà ìû òàíöóåì íà áèòîì ñòåêëå

Parade all your memories for the moments we shared
Âûäåëèòå âñå ñâîè âîñïîìèíàíèÿ â ìîìåíòû, êîòîðûìè ìû äåëèëèñü

Never fade away
Íèêîãäà íå ïîáëåêíóò

I want you to know I still love you
ß õî÷ó, ÷òîáû òû çíàëà, ÿ âñ¸ åù¸ ëþáëþ òåáÿ

When I walk down the memory lane
Êîãäà ÿ ñïóñêàþñü ïî àëëåå ïàìÿòè

Where the night swears its love to the stars
Ãäå íî÷ü êëÿí¸òñÿ ñâîåé ëþáîâüþ ê çâ¸çäàì

There will be no more tears today, hey, hey, hey, hey…
Ñåãîäíÿ áîëüøå íå áóäåò ñë¸ç, hey, hey

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POTF - False Kings ( àëüáîì "Ultraviolet" 2018 )

Äíåâíèê

×åòâåðã, 01 Ôåâðàëÿ 2018 ã. 02:54 + â öèòàòíèê
Ëæèâûå êîðîëè .

Getting lost singing their song
Çàòåðÿòüñÿ â ïåíèè ñâîåé ïåñíè

Caught up in all I've done
Áûòü ïîéìàííûì íà âñ¸ì , ÷òî äåëàþ

It's all I know , but not what I need
Ýòî âñ¸ , ÷òî ÿ çíàþ , íî íå òî , ÷òî ìíå íóæíî

Cut by my love , cut till I bleed
Îòðåæüòå ìîþ ëþáîâü , âûðåæüòå , ïîêà ÿ íå èñòåêó êðîâüþ .

So I want to run to your shelter tonight
Ïîýòîìó ñåãîäíÿ âå÷åðîì , ÿ õî÷ó áåæàòü ê òâîåìó óáåæèùó

Run to the shelter tonight
Ñåãîäíÿ áåæàòü ê óáåæèùó

United in silent resistance
Åäèí â íåìîé ñîïðîòèâëÿåìîñòè

Of bowing to false kings
Ïîêëîíèòüñÿ (ïðîãíóòüñÿ) ëæèâûì êîðîëÿì .

So let me run to your shelter tonight
Òàê äàé ìíå ñáåæàòü ñåãîäíÿ âå÷åðîì â òâî¸ óáåæèùå

Run from this meaningless pantomime
Áåæàòü îò ýòîé áåññìûñëåííîé ïàíòîìèìû .

I'll swallow my pride , give up the pretence
ß ãîòîâ ïðîãëîòèòü ñâîþ ãîðäîñòü , óñòóïëþ òðåáîâàíèþ

Of bowing to false kings
Ïîêëîíèòüñÿ ëæèâûì êîðîëÿì .

Bought their smiles , liquid and smooth
Êóïèë èõ óëûáêàìè , íåïîñòîÿííûìè è ãëàäêèìè

Took their words for the truth
Äëÿ ïðàâäû , çàíÿë èõ ñâîèìè ñëîâàìè

Edge of light and shade
Ãðàíü ñâåòà è òåíè .

My broken soul once more enslaved
Ìîþ ðàçáèòóþ äóøó åù¸ ðàç ïîðàáîòèëè .

So I want to run to your shelter tonight
Ïîýòîìó ñåãîäíÿ âå÷åðîì , ÿ õî÷ó áåæàòü ê òâîåìó óáåæèùó

Run to the shelter tonight
Ñåãîäíÿ áåæàòü ê óáåæèùó .

United in silent resistance
Åäèí â íåìîé ñîïðîòèâëÿåìîñòè

Of bowing to false kings
Ïîêëîíåíèÿ ëæèâûì êîðîëÿì .

So let me run to your shelter tonight
Òàê äàé ìíå ñáåæàòü ñåãîäíÿ âå÷åðîì â òâî¸ óáåæèùå

Run from this meaningless pantomime
Áåæàòü îò ýòîé áåññìûñëåííîé ïàíòîìèìû .

I see the false kings
ß âèæó ëæèâûõ êîðîëåé

I see that all this
ß âèæó , ÷òî âñ¸ ýòî

Must end .
Äîëæíî çàêîí÷èòñÿ .

When there's no love in my embrace
Êîãäà â ìîèõ îáúÿòüÿõ íåò ëþáâè ,

Cold blood runs through my veins
Õîëîäíàÿ êðîâü òå÷¸ò ïî ìîèì âåíàì .

If I soar without grace
Åñëè ÿ ïàðþ áåç èçÿùåñòâà

Do I still soar
ß âñ¸ åù¸ âçëåòàþ

I need the love in your embrace
Ìíå íóæíà ëþáîâü â òâîèõ îáúÿòüÿõ

Open doors , brand new ways
Îòêðûòûå äâåðè , íîâûå ñïîñîáû .

End my wars and erase
Çàêîí÷è ìîè âîéíû è ñîòðè

And I'm yours
È ÿ òâîé .

So I want to run to your shelter tonight
Ïîýòîìó ñåãîäíÿ âå÷åðîì , ÿ õî÷ó áåæàòü ê òâîåìó óáåæèùó

Run to the shelter tonight
Ñåãîäíÿ áåæàòü ê òâîåìó óáåæèùó

United in silent resistance
Åäèí â íåìîé ñîïðîòèâëÿåìîñòè

Of bowing to false kings
Ïîêëîíèòüñÿ ëæèâûì êîðîëÿì .

So let me run to your shelter tonight
Òàê äàé ìíå ñáåæàòü ñåãîäíÿ âå÷åðîì â òâî¸ óáåæèùå

Run from this meaningless pantomime
Áåæàòü îò ýòîé áåññìûñëåííîé ïàíòîìèìû

I'll swallow my pride , give up the pretence
ß ãîòîâ ïðîãëîòèòü ñâîþ ãîðäîñòü , óñòóïèòü òðåáîâàíèþ

Yes , I wined and , and I dined on , on that cyanide .
Äà , ÿ ïüÿí , ñûò è îòðàâëåí .
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