"Please tell me what life is!"
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Ñðåäà, 12 Ìàðòà 2008 ã. 03:13
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 êîëîíêàõ èãðàåò - Iron Horse - The unforgivenÍàñòðîåíèå ñåé÷àñ - Ñêîðî óæå â óíèâåð! Íàäî áû ñïàòü=)Ñêîëüêî íè ñëóøàþ Iron Maiden, ïîñòîÿííî íàõîæó ÷òî-òî íîâîå. Âîò è ñåé÷àñ ñëó÷àéíî íàòîëêíóëñÿ íà îäíó ïåñíþ ñ ïîñëåäíåãî àëüáîìà. ×òî î íåé ñêàçàòü? Íà ëþáèòåëÿ. Äëèííàÿ, ìíîãî òåêñòà, ìíîãî ìóçûêè...
Îäíàêî æå âáèâàåò! Õî÷åøü, íå õî÷åøü - à âáèâàåò â ãîëîâó ýòè ñëîâà :
"For the greater good of God!"È âñïîìèíàþòñÿ ïî÷åìó-òî íå Ñâÿòûå è Âåðóþùèå, à êðåñòîíîñöû è èíêâèçèòîðû. Òîëüêî îíè ãîâîðèëè :
"Ìû ïîñòóïàåì òàê äëÿ áëàãà! Ìû íåñ¸ì âåëè÷àéøóþ Áîæüþ äîáðîäåòåëü!"È íè îäèí íå ñêàçàë
: "ß â ýòî âåðþ. ß âåðþ, ÷òî ýòî ïîìîæåò."À âåäü Âåëè÷àéøàÿ Äîáðîäåòåëü âîâñå íå â ùåäðîñòè, íåâèííîñòè èëè âñåïðîùåíèè. Âåëè÷àéøàÿ Áîæüÿ Äîáðîäåòåëü - ýòî Æèçíü. È âîåâàòü, è óáèâàòü çà å¸ ñîõðàíåíèå êàê-òî ïðîòèâîðå÷èâî. Äà, åñòü âåùè, îò êîòîðûõ ñëåäóåò çàùèùàòüñÿ, åñòü âåùè, çà êîòîðûå íå æàëêî íè óáèòü, íè óìåðåòü. Íî âîò çà ÷òî ìîæíî ðàçâÿçàòü áîéíþ? È ñòîèò ëè îíà òîãî?
Èòàê, î÷åðåäíîé øåäåâð ìîåé ëþáèìîé ãðóïïû!
ÏÎÑËÓØÀÉÒÅ!
Iron Maiden - For the greater good of GodAre you a man of peace
Or man of holy war?
Too many sides to you
Don't know which anymore.
So many full of life,
But also filled with pain.
Don't know just how many
Will live to breathe again.

A life that's made to breathe
destruction or defense.
A mind that's vain corruption
bad or good intent.
A wolf in sheep's clothing
Or saintly or sinner
Or some that would believe
A holy war winner.
They fire off many shots
and many parting blows.
Their actions beyond a reasoning,
only god would know.
And as he lies in heaven
or could it be in hell,
I feel he's somewhere here,
or looking from below,
But i don't know, i don't know
Please tell me what life is!
Please tell me now what love is!
Well tell me now what war is!
Again tell me what life is!
More pain and more misery
in the history of mankind.
Sometimes it seems more like
the blind leading the blind.
It brings upon us more of
famine, death and war.
You religion has a lot to answer for
Please tell me what life is!
Please tell me now what love is!
Well tell me now what war is!
Again tell me what life is!
Please tell me what life is!
Please tell me now what love is!
Well tell me now what war is!
Again tell me what life is!
And as they search to find the bodies in the sand,
They find it's ashes that are
Scattered across the land.
And as their spirits seem to whistle on the wind
A shot is fired somewhere another war begins.
And all because of it you'd think
that we would learn,
But still the body count the city fires burn
Somewhere there's someone dying
in a foreign land,
Meanwhile the world is crying the stupidity of man.
Tell me why, tell me why!
Please tell me what life is!
Please tell me now what love is!
Well tell me now what war is!
Again tell me what life is!
Please tell me what life is!
Please tell me now what love is!
Well tell me now what war is!
Again tell me what life is!
For the Greater Good of God!
For the Greater Good of God!
For the Greater Good of God!
Please tell me what life is!
Please tell me now what love is!
Well tell me now what war is!
Again tell me what life is!
Please tell me what life is!
Please tell me now what love is!
Well tell me now what war is!
Again tell me what life is!
He gave his life for us he fell upon the cross
To die for all those who never mourn his loss
It wasn't meant for us to feel the pain again
Tell me why, tell me why
À âîò ãðóáûé ïåðåâîä ýòîé ïåñíè:
Çà Âåëè÷àéøóþ Áîæüþ Äîáðîäåòåëü!Òû - ÷åëîâåê ìèðà Èëè ñâÿòîé âîéíû? Åñòü òàê ìíîãî ñòîðîí, È íåèçâåñòíî, êóäà ïîäàòüñÿ. Òàê ìíîãî ïîëíûõ æèçíè È â òî æå âðåìÿ ïðîïèòàííûõ áîëüþ. È íå çíàåøü äàæå, äîëãî ëè Ïðîæèâ¸øü, ÷òîáû âçäîõíóòü åù¸ ðàç. Æèçíü ñîçäàíà äûõàíèåì, Ðàçðóøåíèåì èëè çàùèòîé. Ðàçóì - ýòî òùåòíûå, ïðèòâîðíûå, Äîáðûå è çëûå íàìåðåíèÿ. Âîëê â îâå÷üåé øêóðå, À ìîæåò, ñâÿòîé, ìîæåò ãðåøíèê, À ìîæåò, êòî-òî, íàäåþùèéñÿ ñòàòü Ïîáåäèòåëåì ñâÿòîé âîéíû. Ñäåëàíî òàê ìíîãî âñûòðåëîâ, Íàíåñåíî òàê ìíîãî óäàðîâ, È ýòè ïîñòóïêè çà ãðàíüþ ïðè÷èí, Êîòîðûå èçâåñòíû îäíîìó Áîãó. È ïîêà îí ëåæèò â ðàþ, Êîòîðû ìîæåò îêàçàòüñÿ è àäîì, ß ÷óâñòâóþ, ÷òî îí ãäå-òî çäåñü Èëè íàáëþäàåò ñíèçó. Íî ÿ íå çíàþ, ÿ íå çíàþ. (Ïðèïåâ: ) Ïðîøó, ñêàæè, ÷òî òàêîå æèçíü! Ïðîøó, ñêàæè, ÷òî òàêîå ëþáîâü! Õîðîøî, à òåïåðü ñêàæè, ÷òî òàêîå âîéíà! À òåïåðü åù¸ ðàç ñêàæè, ÷òî òàêîå æèçíü. Âñ¸ áîëüøå áîëè è ñòðàäàíèé  èñòîðèè ÷åëîâå÷åñòâà. Èíîãäà ýòî áîëüøå ïîõîæå íà òî, ×òî ñëåïîé âåä¸ò ñëåïîãî. Ýòî ïðèíîñèò âñ¸ áîëüøå Ãîëîäà, ñìåðòåé è âîéí. Çíàåøü ëè òû ðåëèãèþ, Ñïîñîáíóþ îáúÿñíèòü ýòî? (Ïðèïåâ.) È îíè èùóò òåëà â ïåñêå, À íàõîäÿò ïåïåë, ðàññåÿííûé ïî çåìëå. È êîãäà èõ äóøè çàñâèñòÿò íà âåòðó, Ãäå-òî ãðÿíóò âûñòðåëû, è íà÷í¸òñÿ íîâàÿ âîéíà. È âñ¸ ïîòîìó, ÷òî òû äóìàë, ×òî ìû íàó÷èìñÿ. È, ïîêà ñ÷èòàþò îãíè ãîðÿùèõ ãîðîäîâ, Êòî-òî ãäå-òî óìèðàåò  ÷óæèõ êðàÿõ. (Ïðèïåâ.) Çà Âåëè÷àéøóþ Áîæüþ Äîáðîäåòåëü! Îí îòäàë ñâîþ æèçíü çà íàñ è ïîãèá íà êðåñòå. Îí óìåð çà òåõ, êòî íèêîãäà íå áóäåò îïëàêèâàòü åãî æåðòâó. Ýòî íå áûëî íàì çàâåùàíèåì íà íîâóþ áîëü, Òàê ñêàæè, ïî÷åìó æå? Ïî÷åìó? (Ïðèïåâ.)
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