Текст песни Jethro Tull - Too Old To Rock'N'Roll, Too Young To Die

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The old Rocker wore his hair too long,
wore his trouser cuffs too tight.
Unfashionable to the end --- drank his ale too light.
Death's head belt buckle --- yesterday's dreams ---
the transport caf' prophet of doom.
Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams
in his post-war-babe gloom.

Now he's too old to Rock'n'Roll but he's too young to die.

He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville.
Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs
and prays that he always will.
But he's the last of the blue blood greaser boys
all of his mates are doing time:
married with three kids up by the ring road
sold their souls straight down the line.
And some of them own little sports cars
and meet at the tennis club do's.
For drinks on a Sunday --- work on Monday.
They've thrown away their blue suede shoes.

Now they're too old to Rock'n'Roll and they're too young to die.

So the old Rocker gets out his bike
to make a ton before he takes his leave.
Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner
just like it used to be.
And as he flies --- tears in his eyes ---
his wind-whipped words echo the final take
and he hits the trunk road doing around 120
with no room left to brake.

And he was too old to Rock'n'Roll but he was too young to die.
No, you're never too old to Rock'n'Roll if you're too young to die.

Слишком стар для рок-н-ролла, слишком молод, чтобы умереть

Старый Рокер носил волосы слишком длинные,
штаны – слишком узкие.
Немодный до конца
пил слишком светлое пиво
Череп на пряжке ремня
мечты вчерашнего дня
пророк из придорожной кафешки.
Не звякает мелочёвка под двойными швами
в его депрессии послевоенного поколения.
В-общем, он слишком стар для рок-н-ролла,
но он слишком молод, чтобы умереть.

Да, он слишком стар для рок-н-ролла,
но он слишком молод, чтобы умереть.

Когда-то у него были «Харли Дэвидсон»
и «Триумф Бонневилль»
Он считал друзей по количеству сожжённых ими свечей зажигания
и молил, чтобы так было всегда.
Но он – последний из хиппанов голубой крови,
все его дружки отбывают срок:
женаты, с тремя детьми
живут за кольцевой дорогой,
распродав свои души до самой последней черты.
А у иных из них есть маленькие спортивные машины,
и они встречаются на мероприятиях
в теннисном клубе.
Ради выпивки в воскресенье
работа в понедельник.
Они забросили свои синие замшевые туфли.

В-общем, они слишком стары для рок-н-ролла,
и они слишком молоды, чтобы умереть.
Да, они слишком стары для рок-н-ролла,
и они слишком молоды, чтобы умереть.

И вот Старый Рокер выкатывает свой байк,
чтобы выжать сотню, прежде чем уехать
Вдоль по трассе «А1» к Скотч-Корнер,
как в былые времена.
И пока он летит – слёзы на глазах
его подстёгиваемые ветром слова
эхом отдаются в последнем кадре,
и он врывается на магистраль
на скорости порядка 120 миль,
где тормозить уже негде.

И он был слишком стар для рок-н-ролла,
но он был слишком молод, чтобы умереть.
И он был слишком стар для рок-н-ролла,
но он был слишком молод, чтобы умереть.

Нет, ты никогда не будешь слишком старым для рок-н-ролла,
если ты слишком молод, чтобы умереть.
Нет, ты никогда не будешь слишком старым для рок-н-ролла, если ты слишком молод, чтобы умереть.

Автор перевода — Sergey Beatoff a.k.a. Sam_T The old rocker wore his hair too long,
wore his trouser cuffs too tight.
Unfashionable to the end --- drank his ale too light.
Death's head belt buckle --- yesterday's dreams ---
the transport caf 'prophet of doom.
Ringing double-sewn seams
in his post-war-babe gloom.

Now he is too young to die.

He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville.
Burned-out spark plugs
and prays that he always will.
But he's not
all of his mates are doing time:
by the ring road
sold their souls straight down the line.
Little sports cars
and meet at tennis club do's.
For drinks on a Sunday --- work on Monday.
They've thrown away their blue suede shoes.

Now they’re too young to die.

So the old rocker gets out his bike
before it takes you leave.
Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner
just like it used to be.
And as he flies --- tears in his eyes ---
his wind-whipped words echo the final take
and he hits the trunk road doing around 120
with no room left to brake.

But he was too young to die.
Rock'n'Roll.

Too old for rock and roll, too young to die

Old Rocker wore hair too long
pants are too narrow.
Unfashionable to the end
drank too light beer
Skull with belt buckle
yesterday's dreams
the prophet from the roadside cafe.
Do not tinkle small things under double seams
in his postwar generation depression.
  In general, he's too old for rock and roll,
but he is too young to die.

Yes, he's too old for rock and roll,
but he is too young to die.

  Once he had "Harley Davidson"
and Triumph Bonneville
He counted friends by the number of spark plugs they burned.
and prayed that it was always so.
But he is the last of the blue blood hippans,
All his friends are serving time:
married with three children
live behind the ring road
having sold their souls to the very end.
And some of them have small sports cars,
and they meet at events
in the tennis club.
For Sunday's drink
work on monday.
They threw their blue suede shoes.

  In general, they are too old for rock and roll,
and they are too young to die.
Yes, they are too old for rock and roll,
and they are too young to die.

  And now Old Rocker rolls out his bike,
to squeeze a hundred before you leave
Along the A1 highway to Scotch Corner,
as in the old days.
And while he flies - tears in his eyes
his wind-blown words
echoes in the last frame,
and he breaks into the trunk
at a speed of about 120 miles,
where there is no place to slow down.

  And he was too old for rock and roll,
but he was too young to die.
And he was too old for rock and roll,
but he was too young to die.

  No, you'll never be too old for rock and roll,
if you are too young to die.
No, you will never be too old for rock and roll if you are too young to die.

Translated by Sergey Beatoff a.k.a. Sam_t