Текст песни Maya Angelou - Still I Rise
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Твоими горькими и лживыми словами.
И можешь в грязь втоптать, но вскоре я,
Как грязь обычная, вновь лягу под ногами.
Неужто я похожа на нахалку?
И почему ты ходишь такой мрачный?
А я иду по миру, будто вправду
Нашла я дома нефтяной фонтан удачно.
Вот так - как солнце, как луна,
Как неизбежность океанского прилива,
И как надежд растущая волна,
Возникну снова пред тобой, мой милый.
Ну разве видеть ты хотел меня
Разбитой и с потухшими глазами,
Что потопили крик души в слезах,
С поникшей головой, зажатыми плечами?
И разве я заносчива? Подумай!
Не принимай все это так ужасно!
Ведь я смеюсь перед тобой, угрюмым,
Как будто золото нашла я в шахтах.
Ты можешь выстрелить в меня словами,
Ты можешь вырезать меня глазами,
Ты ненавистью можешь ранить,
Но как и воздух, я - воспряну.
Моя любовь тебе уж не мила?
Ты огорчен, тебя так удивляет,
Что я танцую так, как будто бы нашла
Алмазы прямо во дворе, в сарае?
Из хижин прошлых дней, стыда,
Я расту.
Из боли прошлого корней, всегда
Я расту.
Я - черный океан, ревущий и широкий,
Переполняюсь я приливом медленно глубоким,
И оставляю позади ночь ужаса и страха.
И я расту
В рассвет, где никогда уже не будет мрака.
Да, я расту.
И отдавая всем дары от моих предков,
Я - как сама мечта рабов, сидящих в клетке,
Расту.
Да. Я расту.
Расту - я.
Still I Rise
by Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise. You can make me a story
Your bitter and deceitful words.
And you can trample in the mud, but soon I,
Like ordinary dirt, I'll lie underfoot again.
Do I really look like impudent?
And why do you walk so gloomy?
And I walk the world, as if really
I found at home an oil fountain successfully.
Like this - like the sun, like the moon
Like the inevitability of an ocean tide,
And as a growing wave of hope,
I will appear again before you, my dear.
Well did you really want to see me
Broken and with dead eyes
That drowned the cry of the soul in tears
With a drooping head, shoulders clamped?
And am I arrogant? Think!
Do not take it all so terribly!
'Cause I laugh before you sullen
As if I found gold in the mines.
You can shoot me with words
You can cut me with your eyes
You can hurt with hatred
But like air, I will perk.
Isn't my love sweet enough for you?
You are upset, it surprises you so much
What I dance as if I found
Diamonds right in the yard, in the barn?
From the huts of past days, shame
I am growing.
From the pain of past roots, always
I am growing.
I am the black ocean roaring and wide
I overflow with the tide slowly deep
And leave behind a night of horror and fear.
And i'm growing
At dawn, where there will never again be darkness.
Yes, I am growing.
And giving everyone gifts from my ancestors,
I'm like the dream of slaves in a cage
Growing up.
Yes. I am growing.
Growing up - me.
Still i ris
by Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin 'in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
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