Every time I think that
I'm the only one who's lonely
Someone calls on me
And every now and then
I spend my time at rhyme and verse
And curse those faults in me
And then along comes Mary
(Mary-Mary)
And along comes Mary
(Mary-Mary)
And does she want to give me kicks and be my steady chick
And give me pick of memories
Or maybe rather gather tales from all the fails and tribulations
No one ever sees
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch
When vague desire is the fire
In the eyes of chicks whose sickness
Is the games they play
And when the masquerade is played
The neighbor folks make jokes
At who is most to blame today
And then along comes Mary
(Mary-Mary)
And along comes Mary
(Mary-Mary)
And does she want to set them free and
Let them see reality
From where she got her name
And will they struggle much
when told that such a tender touch of hers
Will make them not the same
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch
And when the morning of the warning's passed
The gassed and flaccid kids
Are flung across the stars
The psychodramas and the traumas gone
The songs have all been sung
And hung upon the scars
And then along comes Mary
(Mary-Mary)
And along comes Mary
(Mary-Mary)
And does she want to see the stains,
The dead remains of all the pain
She left the night before
Or will their waking eyes reflect the lies
And make them realize
Their urgent cry for sight no more
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
sweet as the punch
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
[6x]
Sweet as the punch
[x]
· Распечатать перевод
Каждый раз, когда мне кажется,
Что я единственный, кто одинок,
Кто-нибудь звонит мне.
И время от времени
Я провожу время, сочиняя рифмы и стихи
И проклиная свои недостатки.
А вот и Мэри...
(Мэри-Мэри!)
Вот и Мэри...
(Мэри-Мэри!)
И хочет ли она побрыкаться со мной и стать моей цыпочкой,
Оставив о себе воспоминания,
Или, возможно, просто пожаловаться на свою несчастную жизнь,
Никто не знает.
Когда мы встретились, я точно был не в себе.
И теперь даже пустой моя чашка на вкус кажется сладкой, как пунш,
Сладкой, как пунш...
Когда смутное желание горит огнём
В больных глазах фанаток,
Они всего лишь играются.
И во время этого маскарада,
Мои знакомые шутят на тему:
Кто же сегодня виноват больше...
А вот и Мэри...
(Мэри-Мэри!)
Вот и Мэри...
(Мэри-Мэри!)
И захочет ли она, чтобы их оставили в покое,
Тем самым показав им реальность,
Откуда, кстати, и взялось её имя.
Сильно ли они будут сопротивляться,
Когда им скажут, что её от её нежных прикосновений
Они уже никогда не будут прежними?
Когда мы встретились, я точно был не в себе.
И теперь даже пустой моя чашка на вкус кажется сладкой, как пунш,
Сладкой, как пунш...
Утром, о котором предупреждали заранее,
Мои полуживые друзья
Всё ещё летали к далёким звёздам.
Психодрамы и травмы прошли,
А песни, затянувшие
Шрамы, были спеты...
А вот и Мэри...
(Мэри-Мэри!)
Вот и Мэри...
(Мэри-Мэри!)
Хочет ли она увидеть следы позора,
Безжизненные останки боли,
Которую она причинила ночью?
Или же в их полусонных глазах отразится ложь,
Которая заставит их осознать
Остроту своей жажды зрелищ, не более того?
Когда мы встретились, я точно был не в себе.
И теперь даже пустой моя чашка на вкус кажется сладкой, как пунш,
Сладкой, как пунш...
Когда мы встретились, я точно был не в себе.
И теперь даже пустой моя чашка на вкус кажется сладкой, как пунш...
[6x]
Сладкой, как пунш... Every time I think that
I'm the only one who's lonely
Someone calls on me
And every now and then
I spend my time at rhyme and verse
And curse those faults in me
And then along comes Mary
(Mary-Mary)
And along comes Mary
(Mary-Mary)
And does she want to give me kicks and be my steady chick
And give me pick of memories
Or maybe rather gather tales from all the fails and tribulations
No one ever sees
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch
When vague desire is the fire
In the eyes of chicks whose sickness
Is the games they play
And when the masquerade is played
The neighbor folks make jokes
At who is most to blame today
And then along comes Mary
(Mary-Mary)
And along comes Mary
(Mary-Mary)
And does she want to set them free and
Let them see reality
From where she got her name
And will they struggle much
when told that such a tender touch of hers
Will make them not the same
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch
And when the morning of the warning's passed
The gassed and flaccid kids
Are flung across the stars
The psychodramas and the traumas gone
The songs have all been sung
And hung upon the scars
And then along comes Mary
(Mary-Mary)
And along comes Mary
(Mary-Mary)
And does she want to see the stains,
The dead remains of all the pain
She left the night before
Or will their waking eyes reflect the lies
And make them realize
Their urgent cry for sight no more
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
sweet as the punch
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
[6x]
Sweet as the punch
[x]
· Transfer Print
Every time it seems to me ,
I'm the only one who is alone,
Somebody calls me .
And from time to time
I spend my time writing rhymes and poems
And cursing its shortcomings.
And here Mary ...
( Mary Mary ! )
That's Mary ...
( Mary Mary ! )
And if she wants to pobrykatsya with me and be my chick
Leaving behind the memories ,
Or perhaps just to complain about their miserable life ,
No one knows.
When we met, I just was not myself .
And now even my empty cup tastes seem sweet as punch
Sweet as punch ...
When vague desire to burst into fire
In the eyes of the fans of patients ,
They just played.
And during this masquerade
My friends joke about :
Who is to blame for today more ...
And here Mary ...
( Mary Mary ! )
That's Mary ...
( Mary Mary ! )
And if she wants to be left alone ,
Thereby showing them the reality ,
Where , by the way , and took her name.
Much whether they will resist ,
When they are told that her from her gentle touch
They will never be the same again ?
When we met, I just was not myself .
And now even my empty cup tastes seem sweet as punch
Sweet as punch ...
In the morning , which warned in advance,
My half-dead friends
Still flying to distant stars.
Psychodrama and traumas of the past
A song, a protracted
The scars were sung ...
And here Mary ...
( Mary Mary ! )
That's Mary ...
( Mary Mary ! )
If she wants to see the traces of shame
Lifeless remains of pain,
That she had caused the night?
Or in their drowsy eyes reflect the lies ,
That will make them realize
Acuteness of his thirst for spectacles , no more ?
When we met, I just was not myself .
And now even my empty cup tastes seem sweet as punch
Sweet as punch ...
When we met, I just was not myself .
And now even my empty cup tastes seem sweet as punch ...
[6x]
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