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If I caught the world in a bottle
And everything was still beneath the moon
Without your love would it shine for me?
If I was smart as Aristotle
And understood the rings around the moon
What would it all matter if you loved me?

Here in your arms where the world is impossibly still

Всегда этот ребёнок зимы,
декабрьское солнце низко светит на небе,
холодный свет на ледяных полях,
скот в своих стойлах мычит

Когда двое прогуливались этой зимней дорогой,
тогда десять тысяч милль показались нам ничем,
теперь он гуляет тяжёлой походкой,

01. All This time
02. Mad About You
03. Jeremiah Blues Part 1
04. Why should I Cry For You
05. Ainґt No sunshine
06. I Miss You Kate
07. Roxanne
08. Bring On The Night

01 - Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic
02 - If I Ever Lose My Faith In You
03 - Englishman In New York
04 - Roxanne
05 - Mad About You
06 - When We Dance
07 - Russians
08 - I Hung My Head

01 - All this time
02 - (band introduction)
03 - Every little thing she does is magic
04 - Seven days
05 - Demolition man
06 - I hung my head
07 - I'm so happy I can't stop crying
08 - Stolen car (Take me dancing)

A thousand years, a thousand more
A thousand times a million doors to eternity
I may have lived a thousand lives, a thousand times
An endless turning stairway climbs
To a tower of souls
If it takes another thousand years, a thousand wars,
The towers rise to numberless floors in space
I could shed another million tears, a million breaths,

A thousand years, a thousand more
A thousand times a million doors to eternity.
I may have lived a thousand lives, a thousand times
An endless turning stairway climbs
To a tower of souls.
If it takes another thousand years, a thousand wars,
The towers rise to numberless floors in space.
I could shed another million tears, a million breaths,

The palace guards are all sleeping
Their fires burn into the night
There's a threat of rain on the dark horizon
And all that's left is a quarter moon of light

He climbs up through the darkness
No weapon but his surprise
The greatest thief in the high Sahara

Все за любовь

When it's love you give
(I'll be a man of good faith.)
Then in love you live.
(I'll make a stand. I won't break.)
I'll be the rock you can build on,
Be there when you're old,

With her smile as sweet as a warm wind in summer
She's got me flying like a bird in a bright June sky
And then just when she thinks that I've got her number
Brings me down to the ground with her wintry eye
That's my baby
She can be all four seasons in one day

And when the nighttime comes with no interference

I looked out across
The river today
I saw a city in the fog and an old church tower
Where the seagulls play
I saw the sad shire horses walking home
In the sodium light
I saw two priests on the ferry
October geese on a cold winter's night

Трек-лист:

"Fragile"
"A Thousand Years"
"Perfect Love...Gone Wrong"
"All This Time" "Seven Days"
"The Hounds of Winter"
"Don't Stand So Close to Me"

Old enough to be her dad
But the young men were just mad they nursed their grievances
And she was flattered by his charm
It wouldn't do her any harm they all had their chances

He sent her flowers and limousines
She was treated like a queen
Anything she ever wanted

This town, this stain on the sunrise
Disguised in the mist, this morning.
It's 8 AM, a seagull shouts
A sailor's warning, this sky.

This bend in the river
Slows down and delivers me
The tide rolls back

Have you ever had the feeling
That the world`s gone and left you behind
Have you ever had the feeling
That you`re that close to loosing your mind
You look around each corner
Hoping that she`s there
You try to play it cool perhaps
Pretend that you don`t care

Sad to say our mighty ruler
Is not really in the pink
Hopes could not be minuscular
That he'll come back from the brink
Not to beat around the bush
He looks like heading for his box
At the risk of seeming pushy
We must plan for future shocks

When August winds are turning
The fishing boats set out upon the sea
I watch 'til they sail out of sight
The winter follows soon
I watch them drawn into the night
Beneath the August moon
No one knows I come here
Some things I don't share

Be still my beating heart
It would be better to be cool
It's not time to be open just yet
A lesson once learned is so hard to forget
Be still my beating heart
Or I'll be taken for a fool
It's not healthy to run at this pace
The blood runs so red to my face

From the mountains on the moon to the mighty delta
From the deserts of the West to the shining sea
Beneath the canopy of stars flows the serpent river
Flowing through my father's land that he left to me

From the baker, to the priest, to the candle maker
From the highest to the low in my father's land
We make our offer to the sun 'fore the break of morning

I sat down and wrote this letter
Telling you that I felt better
Since you'd gone and I was free
I'm so happy
I have so little time to spare now
I'm wanted almost everywhere now
I make out like Casanova
Friends are always coming over

How many of you people out there
Been hurt in some kind of love affair
And how many times do you swear that you'll never love again?

How many lonely, sleepless nights
How many lies, how many fights
And why would you want to put yourself through all that again?

Can She Excuse My Wrongs
by Sting

Can she excuse my wrongs with Virtue's cloak?

Shall I call her good when she proves unkind?

Are those clear fires which vanish into smoke?

Shape of My Heart

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He don't play for respect

He deals the cards to find the answer

Young men, soldiers, nineteen fourteen
Marching through countries they'd never seen
Virgins with rifles, a game of charades
All for a children's crusade
Pawns in the game are not victims of chance
Strewn on the fields of Belgium and France
Poppies for young men, death's bitter trade
All of those young lives betrayed

All day we fought the tides between the North Head and the South
All day we hauled the frozen sheets, to 'scape the storm's wet mouth
All day as cold as charity, in bitter pain and dread,
For very life and nature we tacked from head to head.

Thograinn Thograinn
Thograinn thograinn bhith dol dhachaidh
(I wish we were going home)

Come Down in Time
Written by elton john & bernie taupin

In the quiet silent seconds
I turned off the light switch
And I came down to meet you
In the half light the moon left
While a cluster of night jars

You can't stay there
You can't stay there
You can't stay there
You can't stay there

There were rooms of forgiveness
In the house that we share
But the space has been emptied

Lully, lullay, Thou little tiny Child,
Bye, bye, lully, lullay.
Lullay, thou little tiny Child,
Bye, bye, lully, lullay.
O sisters too, how may we do,
For to preserve this day
This poor youngling for whom we do sing
Bye, bye, lully, lullay.

You see these work boots in my hands, they'll probably fit ye now my son,
Take them, they're a gift from me, why don't you try them on?
It would do your old man good to see you walking in these boots one day,
And take your place among the men who work upon the slipway.

These dead man's boots, though they're old and curled,
When a feller needs a job and a place in the world,
And it's time for a man to put down roots,

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Dead Man's Rope

A million footsteps, this left foot drags behind my right
But I keep walking, from daybreak 'til the falling night
And as days turn into weeks and years
And years turn into lifetimes

Demolition demolition

Tied to the tracks and the train's fast coming
Strapped to the wing with the engine running
You say that this wasn't in your plan
And don't mess around with the demolition man

Tied to a chair and the bomb is ticking

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
These dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
These dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames

How like the fall
To be gone in a day
Just as the leaves had turned gold
I was drawn to the sound
That the wind carried down
From an open window pane
And oh, how like a song
Or a sad melody

The fox has done running
And the beast is at bay
We'd run them in circles
By the end of the day

They chased him through brambles
They chased him through the fields
They'd chased him for ever

I don't drink coffee I take tea my dear
I like my toast done on the side
And you can hear it in my accent when I talk
I'm an Englishman in New York

See me walking down Fifth Avenue
A walking cane here at my side
I take it everywhere I walk

I don't drink coffee I take tea my dear
I like my toast done on the side
And you can hear it in my accent when I talk
I'm an Englishman in New York

See me walking down Fifth Avenue
A walking cane here at my side
I take it everywhere I walk

I don't drink coffee I take tea my dear
I like my toast done on the side
And you can hear it in my accent when I talk
I'm an Englishman in New York

See me walking down Fifth Avenue
A walking cane here at my side
I take it everywhere I walk

I don't drink coffee I take tea my dear
I like my toast done on one side
And you can hear it in my accent when I talk
I'm an Englishman in New York

See me walking down Fifth Avenue
A walking cane here at my side
I take it everywhere I walk

Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I'll be watching you

Every single day
Every word you say

Каждый твой вдох
Каждый твой вдох,
Каждое твоё движение,
Каждое нарушенное тобой обещание,
Каждый твой шаг, —
За всем этим я буду наблюдать.
Каждый день,
Каждое твое слово,

Though I've tried before to tell her
Of the feelings I have for her in my heart
Everytime that I come near her
I just lose my nerve
As I've done from the start

Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she does just turns me on

Everybody laughed when I told them
I wanted you, I wanted you
Everybody grinned they humoured me
They thought that someone had spiked my tea
Everybody screamed they told me you
Would cost the moon, we'll be there soon
Everybody laughed till they were blue
They didn't believe my words were true

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in the fields of gold

So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley

Ты будешь вспоминать меня, когда западный ветер
Будет носиться по ячменным полям.
Ты забудешь о солнце, с завистью смотрящем на нас с неба,
Когда мы будем гулять среди золотых полей.
Итак, она отвела своего любимого,
Чтобы взглянуть вместе с ним
На ячменные поля.
Она упала в его объятия, и её волосы распустились

Ты будешь вспоминать меня, когда западный ветер
Будет носиться по ячменным полям.
Ты забудешь о солнце, с завистью смотрящем на нас с неба,
Когда мы будем гулять среди золотых полей.
Итак, она отвела своего любимого,
Чтобы взглянуть вместе с ним
На ячменные поля.
Она упала в его объятия, и её волосы распустились

(Sting)
Mobile station where I stand
This old gas pump in my hand
The Boss don't like me, got a face like a weasel
Oil on my hands and the smell of diesel.

Here comes the big shot,

What would a man not do?
What would a man not say?
What would a man not agree to?
What would he not betray?
Where would a man fear to trespass?
Where would a man not stray?
What crime would a man not admit to?
What price would a man not pay?

I know we got some history
We got some issues that we need to solve
But is it really such a mystery?
It's just the way that the world evolves
Let me ask your forgiveness baby
My heart is ever full of sorrow
We got to move into the future maybe
And think about a new tomorrow

Under the ruins of a walled city
Crumbling towers in beams of yellow light
No flags of truce, no cries of pity
The siege guns had been pounding through the night

It took a day to build the city
We walked through its streets in the afternoon
As I returned across the fields I'd known

If blood will flow when flesh and steel
are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay

Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime's argument

If blood will flow when flesh and steel
are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay

Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime's argument

Ma'ana ya la sangre no estara
Al caer la lluvia se la llevara
Acero y piel combinacion tan cruel
Pero algo en nuestras mentes quedara

Un acto asi terminara
Con una vida y nada mas
Nada se logra con violencia

Walking this high road are warriors from an olden time
Curse on this land and the days far behind us
Dragons we've slain, rescued many maiden?s fair
And no man ever dared break our stride
Or the brotherhood that binds us.

Brothers are we, marching on the roads of time
From this broken land and the days that defined us

The angel Gabriel from heaven came
His wings as drifted snow
His eyes as flame
"All hail" said he "thou lowly maiden Mary
Most highly favored lady," Gloria, Gloria
"For known a blessed mother thou shalt be
All generations laud and honor thee
Thy Son shall be Emanuel

I watch the Western sky
The sun is sinking
The geese are flying South
It sets me thinking

I did not miss you much
I did not suffer
What did not kill me

Ah, ye’ve gotta be joking, yr tekkin' the piss,
I’d have to be stupid to go on wi' this,
I wasn’t born yesterday, or even last week,
It’s someone with sailing experience ye seek?
I wouldn’t sail with you’s on the last ship aground,
In a biblical flood, I’d be better off drowned,
So drink up yr bevies and have a good sup,
I’ll no part o' this fancy O' Brian’s dreamed up,

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He don't play for respect

He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He don't play for respect

He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He don't play for respect

He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome

Turned on the weather man just after the news
I needed sweet rain to wash away my blues
He looked at the chart but he look in vain
Heavy cloud but no rain

Back in time with Louis XVI
At the court of the people he was number one
He'd be the bluest blood they'd ever seen

If we seek solace in the prisons of the distant past
Security in human systems we're told will always always last
Emotions are the sail and blind faith is the mast
Without the breath of real freedom we're getting nowhere fast

If God is dead and an actor plays his part
His words of fear will find a place in your heart
Without the voice of reason every faith is its own curse

I don't drink coffee I take tea my dear
I like my toast done on the side
And you can hear it in my accent when I talk
I'm an Englishman in New York

See me walking down Fifth Avenue
A walking cane here at my side
I take it everywhere I walk

I don't drink coffee I take tea my dear
I like my toast done on the side
And you can hear it in my accent when I talk
I'm an Englishman in New York

See me walking down Fifth Avenue
A walking cane here at my side
I take it everywhere I walk

Now that I have found you
In the coolth of your evening smile
And the shade of your parasol
And your love flows through me

Though I drink at your pool
I burn for you
I burn for ...

White page, an empty field of snow
My room is twenty-five below
This cold man chasing ghosts
A road lies underneath a buried boat
Dogs search the under forest
We scour the empty streets
The fact remains until we find you
Our lives are incomplete

White page, an empty field of snow,
My room is 25 below,
This cold pen chasing ghosts,
A road lies underneath the buried posts.
Dogs search the under forest,
We scour the empty streets,
The fact remains until we find you,
Our lives are incomplete.

Early one morning with time to kill
I borrowed Jeb's rifle and sat on the hill
I saw a lone rider crossing the plain
I drew a bead on him to practice my aim
My brother's rifle went off in my hand
A shot rang out across the land
The horse he kept running, the rider was dead
I hung my head, I hung my head

Словно камень, брошенный из Иерусалима,
Я одиноко бродил в лучах лунного света.
И, пройдя через свет миллиона звезд,
Мое сердце затерялось на далекой планете,
Что вертится вокруг Апрельской Луны,
Вертится по своей печальной орбите.

Я потерян без тебя!

Alone with my thoughts this evening
I walked on the banks of Tyne
I wondered how I could win you
Or if I could make you mine
Or if I could make you mine

The wind it was so insistent
With tales of a stormy south

I don't drink coffee I take tea my dear
I like my toast done on the side
And you can hear it in my accent when I talk
I'm an Englishman in New York

See me walking down Fifth Avenue
A walking cane here at my side
I take it everywhere I walk

Seven weeks have passed now since she left me
She shows her face to ask me how I am
She says the kids are fine and that they miss me
Maybe I could come and baby-sit sometime
She says, Are you O.K.? I was worried about you
Can you forgive me? I hope that you'll be happy.
I'm so happy that I can't stop crying
I'm so happy I'm laughing through my tears

I've been down so long,
being down don't bother me

I've been down so long,
being down don't bother me
I'm gonna take all my troubles,
drown 'em in the deep blue sea

"If I Ever Lose My Faith In You"

You could say I lost my faith in science and progress
You could say I lost my belief in the holy church
You could say I lost my sense of direction
You could say all of this and worse but

If I ever lose my faith in you

Jumped out of bed this morning
With a smile upon my face
It's still there while I shave my chin
But the reason's hard for me to trace
Cook myself some breakfast
Have some coffee while I muse
Where could this smile have come from?
It's a muscle that I rarely use

If you need somebody, call my name
If you want someone, you can do the same
If you want to keep something precious
You got to lock it up and throw away the key
If you want to hold onto your possession
Don't even think about me

If you love somebody, set them free

Every breath you take
And every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
Ill be watching you

Every single day
And every word you say

In darkness let me dwell; the ground shall sorrow be,
The roof despair, to bar all cheerful light from me;
The walls of marble black, that moist'ned still shall weep;
My music, hellish jarring sounds, to banish friendly sleep.
Thus, wedded to my woes, and bedded in my tomb,
O let me dying live, till death doth come, till death doth come.

In the wee small hours of the morning
While the whole wide world is fast asleep
You lie awake and think about the girl
And never ever think of counting sheep

When your lonely heart has learned it's lesson
You'd be hers if only she would call
In the wee small hours of the morning

InshaAllah (оригинал Sting)
ИншаAллах* (перевод VeeWai)

Sleeping child on my shoulder,
На моём плече спящий ребёнок,
Those around us curse the sea,
Люди вокруг нас проклинают море,
Anxious mother turning fearful

Sleeping child, on my shoulder
Those around us, curse the sea
Anxious mother turning fearful
Who can blame her, blaming me?
Inshallah, Inshallah
If it be your will, it shall come to pass
Inshallah, Inshallah
If it be your will

На моём плече спящий ребёнок,
Люди вокруг нас проклинают море, Беспокойство матери сменяется страхом,
Кто обвинит её, обвинив меня?

Иншаллах, иншаллах,
Да будет так, если на то воля Твоя!
Иншаллах, иншаллах,
Если на то воля Твоя...

Inside the doors are sealed to love
Inside my heart is sleeping
Inside the fingers of my glove
Inside the bones of my right hand
Inside it's colder than the stars
Inside the dogs are weeping
Inside the circus of the wind
Inside the clocks are filled with sand

A un passo da Gerusalemme
E a un solo un miglio dalla luna
Sotto un cielo di milioni di stelle
Ho il cuore perso in un pianeta lontano
Che gira intorno e cade giù
Con archi di tristezza,
Io muoio per te, muoio per te!
E se il mio regno diventa sabbia

If the night turned cold
And the stars looked down
And you hug yourself
On the cold cold ground
You wake the morning
In a stranger's coat
No-one would you see
You ask yourself, 'Who'd watch for me?'

It's a lonesome old town when you're not around
I'm lonely, as I, as I can be
I never knew, never knew how much I'd miss you,
But now I can plainly see

It's a lonesome old town when you're not around,
How I wish you'd come back to me

If the night turned cold and the stars looked down
And you hug yourself on the cold cold ground.
You wake the morning in a stranger's coat,
No one would you see.
You ask yourself, who'd watch for me?
My only friend, who could it be?
It's hard to say it, I hate to say it, but it's probably me.

If the night turned cold and the stars looked down,
And you hug yourself on the cold cold ground,
You wake the morning in a stranger's coat,
No one would you see.
You ask yourself "who'd watch for me,
My only friend ,who could it be".
It's hard to say it,
I hate to say it,

It's Probably Me

If the night turned cold and the stars looked down
And you hug yourself on the cold cold ground
You wake the morning in a stranger's coat
No one would you see
You ask yourself, who'd watch for me
My only friend, who could it be

Ten below and falling fast
Those days of summer were long past
My horoscope said you'd come back
I have my doubts, you see
And as I watched the mercury
And thought about the prophecy
A new moon and an early thaw
I watched the door for you

Недалеко от Иерусалима
Я прошел целую милю под лунным светом.
И хотя мне светили миллионы звезд,
Мое сердце потерялось на далёкой планете,
Которая вращается вокруг апрельской луны,
Вращается, очерчивая дугу печали....
Я пропадаю без тебя, я погибаю без тебя,
Хотя все мои королевства обратились в песок

There's a little black spot on the sun todayIt's the same old thing as yesterdayThere's a black hat caught in a high tree topThere's a flag-pole rag and the wind won't stop
I have stood here before inside the pouring rainWith the world turning circles running 'round my brainI guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reignBut it's my destiny to be the king of pain
There's a fossil that's trapped in a high cliff wallThat's my soul up thereThere's a dead salmon frozen in a waterfallThat's my soul up there
There's a blue whale beached by a springtime's ebb
That's my soul up there
There's a butterfly trapped in a spider's web
I have stood here before inside the pouring rainWith the world turning circles running 'round my brainI guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reignBut it's my destiny to be the king of pain
There's a king on a throne with his eyes torn outThere's a blind man looking for a shadow of doubtThere's a rich man sleeping on a golden bedThere's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread

удивительно, но каждый раз слушая эту песню, возникают ассоциации:
дождь бьёт в стёкла машины, ты тянешься в плотном трафике серого города...
и судя по настроению, скучаешь и до блеска в глазах, тоскуешь по любимому тебе человеку... но он таааак далеко... и дело не только в расстоянии. которое можно преодолеть!

p.s. очень красивая и богатая музыка...
не менее красивый французский язык.

Dansons tu dis Et moi, je suis Mes pas sont gauches Mes pieds tu fauches Je crains les sots Je cherche en vain les mots Pour m'expliquer ta vie, alors Tu ments, ma Soeur Tu brises mon coeur Je pense, tu sais Erreurs, jamais J'ecoute, tu parles Je ne comprends pas bien La belle dame sans regrets Je pleure, tu ris Je chante, tu cries Tu semes les graines D'un mauvais chй–љe Mon ble s'envole Tu en a ras le bol J'attends, toujours Mes cris sont sourds Tu ments, ma Soeur Tu brises mon coeur Je pense, tu sais Erreurs, jamais J'ecoute, tu parles Je ne comprends pas bien La belle dame sans regrets

Dansons tu dis потанцем ты говоришь
Et moi, je suis и я иду за тобой
Mes pas sont gauches мои движения неуклюжи
Mes pieds tu fauches мои ноги подкашиваются
Je crains les sots я опасаюсь прыжков
Je cherche en vain les mots я тщетно подыскиваю слова
Pour m'expliquer ta vie, alors чтобы объяснить себе твою жизнь, и тогда
Tu ments, ma Soeur ты врёшь, сестрица

Dansons tu dis
Et moi, je suis
Mes pas sont gauches
Mes pieds tu fauches
Je crains les sots
Je cherche en vain les mots
Pour m'expliquer ta vie, alors
Tu mens, ma Soeur

Dansons tu dis
Et moi je suis
Mes pas sont gauches
Mes pieds tu fauches
Je crains les sots
Je cherche en vain les mots
Pour m'expliquer ta vie alors
Tu ments ma Soeur

Дама прекрасная и безжалостная

© Irina

Мы танцуем.
И я, я здесь
Я уверенно веду,
Но ты наступаешь мне на ноги.

Let your soul be your pilot
Let your soul guide you
He'll guide you well

When you're down and they're counting
When your secrets all found out
When your troubles take to mounting
When the map you have leads you to doubt

Fill my eyes
O Lithium sunset
And take this lonesome burden
Of worry from my mind
Take this heartache
Of obsidian darkness
And fold my darkness
Into your yellow light

Well she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind
That's running wild.
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
And fairy tales

That's all she ever thinks about

"Love Is The Seventh Wave"

In the empire of the senses
You're the queen of all you survey
All the cities all the nations
Everything that falls your way
There is a deeper wave than this
That you don't understand

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He don't play for respect

He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome

Официальный релиз диска состоится 26 Октября 2009 года на фирме грамзаписи Deutsche Grammophone.

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Hush child
Let your mommy sleep in to the night until we rise
Hush child
Let me soothe the shining tears that gather in your eyes

Hush child
I won't leave I'll stay with you to cross this Bridge of Sighs
Hush child

A stones's throw from Jerusalem
I walked a lonely mile in the moonlight
And though a million stars were shining
My heart was lost on a distant planet
That whirls around the April moon
Whirling in an arc of sadness
I'm lost without you I'm lost without you
Though all the kingdoms turn to sand

A stone's throw from Jerusalem
I walked a lonely mile in the moonlight
And through a million stars were shining
My heart was lost on a distant planet
That whirls around the April moon
Whirling in an arc of sadness
I'm lost without you I'm lost without you
Though all my kingdoms turn to sand

A stone's throw from Jerusalem
I walked a lonely mile in the moonlight
And though a million stars were shining
My heart was lost on a distant planet
That whirls around the April moon
Whirling in an arc of sadness

I'm lost without you I'm lost without you

Just a castaway, an island lost at sea, oh
Another lonely day, with no one here but me, oh
More loneliness than any man could bear
Rescue me before I fall into despair, oh

I'll send an S.O.S. to the world
I'll send an S.O.S. to the world
I hope that someone gets my

Просто отверженный, целый остров пропал в море
Еще один одинокий день, и никого здесь нет кроме меня
Больше одиночества, чем человек мог бы перенести
Спасите меня пока я не впал в отчаяние

Я пошлю сигнал СОС в мир
Ill send an s.o.s. to the world
Надеюсь кто-нибудь получит мою

There`s a moon over bourbon street tonight
I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
I`ve no choice but to follow that call
The bright lights the people and the moon and all
I pray everyday to be strong
For I know what I do must be wrong
Oh you`ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there`s a moon over bourbon street

In the quiet time of evening
When the stars assume their patterns
And the day has made his journey
And we wondered just what happened
To the life we knew
Before the world changed
When not a thing I held was true
But you were kind to me

My funny Valentine
Sweet comic Valentine
You make me smile with my heart
Your looks are laughable
Unphotographable
But you're my favourite work of art

Is your figure? It’s less than Greek

Не покидай меня, нужно забыть
Все может забыться, то, что уже прошло
Забыть время, недоразумения
И время, потерянное на то,
Чтобы узнать, как забыть эти часы
Что убивали меня выстрелами «почему?»
Причина счастья моего - не покидай меня
А я, я подарю тебе жемчужины дождя,

I need someone's hand, to lead me through the night
I need someone's arms, to hold and squeeze me tight
Now when the night begins, I'm at an end
Because I need your love so bad.

I need some lips, to feel next to mine
I need someone to stand up, and tell me when I'm lyin'
And when the lights are low, and it's time to go

Well it's five in the morning and the light's already broken
And the rainy streets are empty for nobody else has woken
Yet you turn towards the window as he sleeps beneath the covers
And you wonder what he's dreaming in his slumbers

There's a clock upon the table and it's burning up the hour
And you feel your life is shrinking like the petals of a flower
As you creep towards the closet you're so careful not to wake him

Рядом с тобой

Ты живешь за много миль от меня,
Я больше и дня так не вынесу!
Меня здесь ничто не держит,
Ты овладела мной! Я должен найти способ...

Я продал свой дом, продал машину,

He looked beneath his shirt today
There was a wound in his flesh so deep and wide
From the wound a lovely flower grew
From somewhere deep inside
He turned around to face his mother
To show her the wound in his breast that burned like a brand
But the sword that cut him open
Was the sword in his mother's hand

Было замечательное время... нет сейчас тоже все хорошо, но уже не так... а всего лишь из-за какого то глупого поступка, но я ни о чем не сожалею, ведь совершая даже самые бесмысленные поступки, мы учимся, учимся жизни... я всегда вспоминаю вас, вспоминаю как мы грустили и радовались, ругались и мирились... да много что произошло за эти полтора года... и я благодарна вам за то что всегда поддерживали меня, когда мне было плохо...благодарна вам за то что не давали совершать поистине глупые поступки... если бы не вы, я не знаю что сейчас было бы со мной... люблю вас и никогда не забуду... спасибо вам за все

Optimists say,
The future's just a place we've never been.
Histories say,
We're doomed to make the same mistakes again.

Between the two I can't decide,
Really I must choose a side.
I guess I’ll wake up smarter,

By Sting, Michael Kamen and Eric Clapton

If the night turned cold and the stars looked down
And you hug yourself on the cold cold ground.
You wake the morning in a stranger's coat,
No one would you see.
You ask yourself, who'd watch for me?
My only friend, who could it be?

Saw an ad in the newspaper that caught my eye
I said to my baby this sounds like the ticket for you and I
It said volunteers wanted for a very special trip
To commune with Mother Nature on a big wooden ship
We took a taxi to the river in case any places were free
There was an old guy with a beard
And every kind of creature as far as the eye could see

Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You don't have to sell your body to the night

Roxanne
You don't have to wear that dress tonight
Walk the streets for money

How many times have I had this dream
That breaks me from my slumber?
How will I ever get to sleep again
Counting sheep in a book of numbers?
How many times have I had this dream
With you walking towards me from the river?
And when will I ever get to rest again
Wondering if I can deliver?

“Russians”

In Europe and America
there's a growing feeling of hysteria
Conditioned to respond to all the threats
In the rhetorical speeches of the Soviets
Mr. Krushchev said we will bury you
I don't subscribe to this point of view

Sting - Russians

In Europe and America, there's a growing feeling of hysteria
Conditioned to respond to all the threats
In the rhetorical speeches of the Soviets
Mr. Krushchev said we will bury you
I don't subscribe to this point of view
It would be such an ignorant thing to do

Take off those working clothes
Put on these high heeled shoes
Don't want no preacher on the TV baby
Don't want to hear the news

Shut out the world behind us
Put on your long black dress
No one's ever gonna find us here

If somebody up there likes me somebody up there cares
Deliver me from evil save me from these wicked snares
Not into temptation, not to cliffs to fall
On to revelation, and lesson for us all
She walked into the room on the arm of my best friend
I knew whatever happened our friendship would end
Chemical reaction, desire at first sight

Finding the world in the smallness of a grain of sand
And holding infinities in the palm of your hand
And Heaven's realms in the seedlings of this tiny flower
And eternities in the space of a single hour

Send your love into the future
Send your love into the distant dawn

Send your love
into the future
Send your love
into the distant dawn

This is your night at the railway station
A mission forward into the unknown
We'll send a seed to a distant future

Seven Days was all she wrote
A kind of ultimatum note
She gave to me, she gave to me
When I thought the field had cleared
It seems another suit appeared
To challenge me, woe is me
Though I hate to make a choice
My options are decreasing mostly rapidly

I woke up in my clothes again this morning
I don't know exactly where I am
And I should heed my doctor's warning
He does the best with me he can

He says I suffer from delusion
But I'm so confident I'm sane
It can't be no optical illusion

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for respect
He deals the crads to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden loaw of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He don't play for respect

He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He don't play for respect

He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He don't play for respect

He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome

Червы играют с другой стороны** (перевод Иван Гром из Тулы)

He deals the cards as a meditation
Он карты сдавал, словно жаждал покоя;
And those he plays never suspect
А хитрый соперник не мог ожидать -
He doesn't play for the money he wins
Играл он не ради славы героя,

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

Сдаёт он карты словно в трансе,
И игроманам невдомёк.
Играет он не ради кассы,
И не престиж его привлёк.

Сдаёт он карты из расчета
Найти удачи алгоритм,
Закон возможного исхода.

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The secret geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He don't play for respect

He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn’t play for the money he wins
He don’t play for respect

He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for respect
He deals the crads to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden loaw of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

He dealt the cards, as in meditation. And those with whom he plays, and did not suspect What he does not play to win And not because of vanity. He plays to unravel The sacred geometry of chance Hidden law likely outcome, But this is - not an easy task. I know that the peaks - this is the swords of soldiers I know that the clubs - a weapon of war, I know that diamonds - it is money for military purposes But it does not shape of my heart. He can go Knave of Diamonds Or lady peak. He can hide in his hand the king While all forgot about it. I know that the peaks - this is the swords of soldiers I know that the clubs - a weapon of war, I know that diamonds - it is money for military purposes But it does not shape of my heart. If I told you that I love you, You would have thought that something was wrong. I do not characterized by diversity, I'm just hiding under a mask. And whoever says a lot, in fact, knows nothing And all know from bitter experience, As those who have too often cursed fate And who is afraid that all the chances missed. I know that the peaks - this is the swords of soldiers I know that the clubs - a weapon of war, I know that diamonds - it is money for military purposes But it does not shape of my heart. This is not a shape, not shape of my heart, This is not a shape, not shape of my heart.

She's a soulful flower in the garden
She's bobbing in the sunlight
And flirting with her eyes

The way she walks by
I see a wave of colour
Moving like an angel
Trailing butterflies

She don't want to hear me sing
She don't want no diamond ring
She don't want to drive my car
She won't let me go that far
She don't like the way I look
She don't like the things I cook
She don't like the way I play
She don't like the things I say

Shape of My Heart
He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn`t play for the money he wins
He don`t play for respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance

Show some respect on this deck for the dear departed,
Gather ye's round let's be bound by the work we started,
Save all your strength for the length of the task before us,
Think on that ship on the slipway they can't ignore us.
It's what he would have wanted, he'll not be disappointed,
Each of us well appointed, we've all but been anointed,
Such was our occupation, this means of our salvation,
We'll make a rope out of our dreams and hopes and tribulations.

Sister moon

Sister moon will be my guide
In your blue, blue shadows
I would hide
All good people asleep tonight
I'm all by myself in your silver light
I would gaze at your face the whole night through

Стинг (англ. Sting, «жало»; настоящее имя Го́рдон Мэ́тью То́мас Са́мнер, англ. Gordon Matthew Thomas Sumner; 2 октября 1951, Ньюкасл-апон-Тайн) — британский рок-музыкант и актёр, лидер группы The Police в 1976—1984 годах. С 1984 года выступает сольно.

Well someone told me yesterday
That when you throw your love away
You act as if you just don't care
You look as if you're going somewhere
But I just can't convince myself
I couldn't live with no one else
And I can only play that part
And sit and nurse my broken heart

There's a saying old says that love is blind
Still were often told "seek and you shall find"
So I'm going to seek a certain girl I've had in mind
Looking everywhere haven't found her yet
She's the big affair I cannot forget
Only girl I ever think of with regret
I'd like to add her initial to my monogram
Tell me where is the shepherdess for this lost lamb?

When we set out on this journey
There were no doubts in our minds
We set our eyes to the distance
We would find what we would find
We took courage from our numbers
What we sought we did not fear
Sometimes we'd glimpse a shadow falling
The shadow would disappear

What I got to do to make you love me?
What I got to do to make you care?
What do I do when lightning strikes me?
And I wake to find that you're not there?

What I got to go to make you want me?
What I got to do to be heard?
What do I say when it's all over?

"Soul Cake"

A soul cake, a soul cake,
Please, good missus, a soul cake,
An apple, a pear, a plum or a cherry,
Any good thing to make us all merry.

A soul cake, a soul cake,

Late at night in summer heat. Expensive car, empty street
There's a wire in my jacket. This is my trade
It only takes a moment, don't be afraid
I can hotwire an ignition like some kind of star
I'm just a poor boy in a rich man's car
So I whisper to the engine, flick on the lights
And we drive into the night

Late at night in summer heat. Expensive car, empty street
There's a wire in my jacket. This is my trade
It only takes a moment, don't be afraid
I can hotwire an ignition like some kind of star
I'm just a poor boy in a rich man's car
So I whisper to the engine, flick on the lights
And we drive into the night

Well in a hundred years from now
They will attempt to tell us how
A scientific means to bliss
Will supercede the human kiss

A sub atomic chain
Will maybe galvanize your brain
A biochemic trance

Did you ever have a dream that you were running?
Where the ground is like a wheel beneath your feet?
And no matter how you tried you just weren't moving
In whatever race you're running you'd be beat?
In whatever race you're running you'd be beat?

They tell me I'm a loser
I'm a hopeless freak

Let me watch by the fire and remember my days
And it may be a trick of the firelight
But the flickering pages that trouble my sight
Is a book I'm afraid to write

It's the book of my days, it's the book of my life
And it's cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife
And it's all there to see as the section reveals

They say there's a bridge out there
Out there in the mist
Some will deny it's there
Others will tell you it don't even exist
It's not made of iron or steel, nor stone
Yet it spans the rising waters
We are but bags of blood and bone
Yet we carry the weight of our sons and our daughters

As I in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow,
Surprised I was with sudden heat which made my heart to glow ;
And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was near,
A pretty babe all burning bright did in the air appear ;

Who, scorchëd with excessive heat, such floods of tears did shed
As though his floods should quench his flames which with his tears were fed.
Alas, quoth he, but newly born in fiery heats I fry,

If I should close my eyes, that my soul can see,
And there's a place at the table that you saved for me.
So many thousand miles over land and sea,
I hope to dare, that you hear my prayer,
And somehow I'll be there.

It's but a concrete floor where my head will lay,
And though the walls of this prison are as cold as clay.

Oh, the hills on the border
'Bout this time of the year
When the mists seem to gather
In the valley of your fears
And you walk through that valley
As day turns to night
Is there something in the shadows
Or the failing of the light?

Mercury falling
I rise from my bed.
Collect my thoughts together
I have to hold my head
It seems that she's gone
and somehow I am pinned by
the hounds of winter
howling in the wind

1. «The Last Ship»
2. «Dead Man's Boots»
3. «And Yet»
4. «August Winds»
5. «Language of Birds»
6. «Practical Arrangement»
7. «The Night the Pugilist Learned How to Dance»
8. «Ballad of the Great Eastern»

In the streets around here there was nobody tougher than me,
I was quick with me fists and fast with me footwork as you can plainly see,
But while fighting was useful for getting your way,
Among the toughs of the town where you could hold sway,
There had to be something that was better than this,
I was fifteen years old and I'd never been kissed.

Well of course she'd ignore me, her friends would all sneer,

Sometimes in the light at the edge of the world
Is the ghost of a ship with it's black sail furled
And night after night she would stand on the shore
And dream of the love that she knew before

The tide rolls out, the tide rolls in
Without a thought for the ways of men

Ни одна земная церковь не благословляла наш союз,
Как ни одно государство не выдавало нам разрешения.
Не семейные узы связали нас двоих воедино.
И ни одна компания не заработала на нас.

И выкуп не платился никогда, и не было приданного,
Как не было и договоров об изменении границ и власти.
И целый мир для нас исчез, чтобы

Oh, the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing,
And the corn it ripens fastest when the frost is settling in,
And when a woman tells me my face she'll soon forget,
Before we'll part, I'll wage a croon, she's fain to follow't yet.

Oh, the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing,
And the swallow skims without a thought as long as it is spring;
But when spring goes, and winter blows, my lassie you'll be fain,

I saw it again this evening
Black sail in a pale yellow sky
And just as before in a moment
It was gone where the grey gulls fly.

If it happens again I shall worry
That only a strange ship could fly
And my sanity scans the horizon

Sting "Windmills Of Your Mind"
From The Thomas Crown Affair movie soundtrack
Words and music by Alan Bergman and Michel Jean Legrand
Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain

Why are these women here dancing on their own?
Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
Why are the soldiers here
Their faces fixed like stone?
I can't see what it is that they despise
They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones

We rode all night across an endless desert
We had no moon to light our way
And though a million stars were slowly turning
We lacked the consciences to pray

Our horses running like a devil chase us
Their feet, they hardly touched the ground
Yes, I'm familiar with a grey wolf howling

This was never meant to be
All the signs were there to see
From the first moment that we met I knew
This was never meant to be

This was always doomed to fail
From the moment we set sail
All our instincts told us we were wrong

The streets are wet
The lights have yet
To shed their darkened luster on the scene

My skirt's too short
My tights are run
These new heels are killing me

Train I ride don't be slow
If your whistle can blow
Fifteen miles down the track
Tell them I'm coming back
Counting poles counting sheep
Don't be slow I won't weep
If your wheels on the line
Were to put me on time

If I caught the world in a bottle
And everything was still beneath the moon
Without your love would it shine for me?
If I was smart as Aristotle
And understood the rings around the moon
What would it all matter if you loved me?

Here in your arms where the world is impossibly still

If I caught the world in a bottle
And everything was still beneath the moon
Without your love would it shine for me?
If I was smart as Aristotle
And understood the rings around the moon
What would it all matter if you loved me?

Here in your arms where the world is impossibly still

If I caught the world in a bottle
And everything was still beneath the moon,
Without your love would it shine for me?
If I was smart as Aristotle
And understood the rings around the moon,
What would it all matter if you loved me?

Here in your arms where the world is impossibly still

If I caught the world in a bottle
And everything was still beneath the moon,
Without your love would it shine for me?
If I was smart as Aristotle
And understood the rings around the moon,
What would it all matter if you loved me?

Here in your arms where the world is impossibly still

Chase the dog star
Over the sea
Home where my true love is waiting for me
Rope the south wind
Canvas the stars
Harness the moonlight
So she can safely go
Round the Cape Horn to Valparaiso

Giant steps are what you take
Walking on the moon
I hope my leg don't break
Walking on the moon
We could walk forever
Walking on the moon
We could live together
Walking on, walking on the moon

I cannot get to my love if I would die
For the waters of Tyne run between her and me
And here I must stand with a tear in my 'ee
Both sighing and sickly my true love to see
Oh, where is the boatman, oh, my bonny hinny?
Oh, where is the boatman? Bring him to me
To ferry me over the Tyne to my honey
And I will remember the boatman and thee

I see me with you and all the things you do
Keep turning round and round in my mind
Forget the weather we should always be together
And any other thought is unkind

To have you with me I would swim the sevens seas
To have you as my guide and my light
My love is a flame that burns in your name

I am the monster you created
You ripped out all my parts
And worst of all, for me to live
I gotta kill the part of me that saw
That I needed you more

I hope you know we had everything
When you broke me and left these pieces

So high above the world tonight
The angels watch us sleeping
And underneath a bridge of stars
We dream in safety's keeping

But perhaps the dream
Is dreaming us
Soaring with the seagulls

Если бы он любил тебя
Так же сильно, как я,
Я бы ушел далеко, охваченный стыдом,
Покинул город и сменил имя.

Когда он смотрит на тебя,
Рассчитывает купить твою душу,
Надев на твои пальцы золотые кольца.

Если бы он любил тебя
Так же сильно, как я,
Я бы ушел далеко, охваченный стыдом,
Покинул город и сменил имя.

Когда он смотрит на тебя,
Рассчитывает купить твою душу,
Надев на твои пальцы золотые кольца.

If he loved you
Like I love you
I would walk away in shame,
I'd move town,
I'd change my name

When he watches you,
When he counts to buy your soul,

Whenever I say your name, whenever I call to mind your face
Whatever bread's in my mouth, whatever the sweetest wine that I taste
Whenever your memory feeds my soul, whatever got broken becomes whole
Whenever I'm filled with doubts that we will be together

Wherever I lay me down, wherever I put my head to sleep
Whenever I hurt and cry, whenever I got to lie awake and weep
Whenever I kneel to pray, whenever I need to find a way

Когда бы я ни произносил твое имя,
Когда бы ни взывал к воспоминаниям о твоем лице,
Какую бы пищу я в тот момент ни вкушал,
Каких бы сладких вин ни пробовал...
Когда бы воспоминания о тебе ни насыщали мою душу,
Все, что было разбито, собирается в единое целое,
Когда бы меня ни наполняли сомнения о том, что мы будем вместе...

Under the dog-star sail
Over the reefs of moonshine
Under the skies of fall
North-north-west, the stones of Faroe

Under the Arctic fire
Over the seas of silence
Hauling on frozen ropes

Wilt thou unkind thus reave me
Of my heart, of my heart,
And so leave me, and so leave me?

Wilt thou unkind thus reave me
Of my heart, of my heart,
And so leave me, and so leave me?

You consider me a young apprentice
Caught between the Scylla and Charibdes
Hypnotized by you if I should linger
Staring at the ring around your finger

I have only come here seeking knowledge
Things they would not teach me of in college
I can see the destiny you sold

Always this winter child,
December's sun sits low against the sky
Cold light on frozen fields,
The cattle in their stable lowing.

When two walked this winter road,
Ten thousand miles seemed nothing to us then,
Now one walks with heavy tread

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold

So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley

Another night finds me alone
In my dreams
You still touch me
Your picture by my telephone
In that smile
You still thrill me

You'll walk unscathed through musket fire,
No ploughman's blade will cut thee down,
No cutler's horn will mark thy face
And you will be my ain true love,
And you will be my ain true love

And as you walk through death's dark veil,
The cannon's thunder can't prevail,

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold

So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley

If I caught the world in a bottle
And everything was still beneath the moon
Without your love would it shine for me?
If I was smart as Aristotle
And understood the rings around the moon
What would it all matter if you loved me?

Here in your arms where the world is impossibly still

Припев:
Если я тебя игнорю,
Значит я залип,
Свой я текст всегда проверю,
Если не бомбит.

1 куплет:

Он сдаёт карты, как в медитации.
И те, с кем он играет, и не подозревают,
Что он играет не для выигрыша
И не из-за самолюбия.
Он играет, чтобы разгадать
Священную геометрию случайности,
Скрытый закон вероятности исхода,
Но это – задача не из лёгких.

If blood will flow when flesh and steel
are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay

Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime's argument

If he loved you
Like I love you
I would walk away in shame
I'd move town I'd change my name

When he watches you
When he counts to buy your soul
On your hand his golden rings

ВЗАИМОВЫГОДНЫЙ КОМПРОМИСС

Разве я прошу достать мне Луну с небес?
Неужели и впрямь невозможно то,
Что в скором времени мы могли бы
Достичь определенного компромисса?

Я ведь не прошу достать мне Луну с небес:

If I caught the world in a bottle
And everything was still beneath the moon
Without your love would it shine for me?
If I was smart as Aristotle
And understood the rings around the moon
What would it all matter if you loved me?

Here in your arms where the world is impossibly still

Калоду карт он здайот как в трансе
Другим не дав по взгляду прочесть
Иму гра не для денег шальних
И не играет он за честь
Игру ведьот штоб знать ответы
Законы шансы всех побед,
И аксиом, вероятной роздачи
Коварних чисел блеф

я для тебя как черный кот переходящий дорогу.
лучше сплюнь, не ввязывайся в мою погоду.
иначе придется тебе селфи менять
на черное фото, увы, но опять...

а знал ведь я больше, чем думала ты.
со своими секретами ты губила все мечты.
я признавался, извинялся, старался.

У иерусалимских стен
Я брел один под лунным светом;
Сияли миллионы звезд,
Сердце мое затерялась где-то.
Кружит оно вокруг луны,
Кружит оно в танце печали...
Я по тебе скучаю, так скучаю.
Все царства обратятся в пыль

Он сдает карты как будто медитирует
Играющие с ним даже не подозревают
Что он играет не ради денег
И не ради уважения

Когда он сдает, он пытается найти ответ
Разгадать тайну вероятностей
Скрытый закон вероятного исхода

In the snow there
Stands a hurdy gurdy man,
With his frozen fingers
Plays as best he can.

Barefoot on the ice
He shuffles to and fro
And his empty plate