I'm gonna fight 'em all.
A nation army couldn't hold me back.
They're gonna rip it off,
Taking their time right behind my back.
And I'm talking to myself at night,
Because I can't forget.
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette.
And the message coming from my eyes
Says "leave it alone".
Don't want to hear about it.
Every single one's got a story to tell.
Everyone knows about it -
From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell.
And if I catch it coming back my way,
I'm gonna serve it to you.
And that ain’t what you want to hear,
But that’s what I'll do.
And the feeling coming from my bones
Says "find a home".
I'm going to Wichita,
Far from this opera for evermore.
I'm gonna work the straw,
Make the sweat drip out of every pore.
And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding,
Right before the lord.
All the words are gonna bleed from me,
And I will sing no more,
And the stains coming from my blood,
Tell me "go back home".
Я одержу победу там, где я сражался,
Национальная армия не заберет меня с собой,
Ворует ведь там каждый, кто остался,
Я отвернусь и все случится прямо за моей спиной.
Я сам с собою говорю по вечерам,
Я не забуду, что творилось там.
По моим мыслям вдоль и поперек,
И сигаретный тянется дымок,
Если читать умеешь по глазам,
То ты поймешь: «Хочу остаться сам».
Я даже слушать не желаю,
Все эти басни наизусть я знаю,
Тут вам поведают о многом налегке:
От Королевы Англии до Цербера на поводке.
И если снова мне придется на тот путь свернуть,
Тебе я предложу вместо меня шагнуть.
Это не то, чего ты ожидал,
Проблемы не мои, я сделал что сказал.
Но чувство изнутри овладевает мной,
И говорит мне: «Возвращайся ты домой».
Я направляюсь в Уичито,
Дальше от этой суеты, где не найдет меня никто,
Маневры авиации продумать надо,
Так заработаешься, что пот льется градом,
И кровоточит, кровоточит, кровоточит,
Я перед Богом выгляжу не очень,
Слова мне открывают раны,
Я больше песни петь не стану,
И даже пятна крови говорят со мной,
Они твердят: «Иди уже домой».
Теги: Стихотворные и литературные переводы I'm gonna fight 'em all.
A nation army could not hold me back.
They're gonna rip it off,
Taking their time right behind my back.
And I'm talking to myself at night,
Because I can not forget.
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette.
And the message coming from my eyes
Says & quot; leave it alone & quot ;.
Do not want to hear about it.
Every single one's got a story to tell.
Everyone knows about it -
From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell.
And if I catch it coming back my way,
I'm gonna serve it to you.
And that is not what you want to hear,
But that's what I'll do.
And the feeling coming from my bones
Says & quot; find a home & quot ;.
I'm going to Wichita,
Far from this opera for evermore.
I'm gonna work the straw,
Make the sweat drip out of every pore.
And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding,
Right before the lord.
All the words are gonna bleed from me,
And I will sing no more,
And the stains coming from my blood,
Tell me & quot; go back home & quot ;.
I win where I fought ,
The National Army does not take me with you,
Steals because there anyone who remained ,
I turn away and everything happens right behind me.
I 'm talking to himself in the evenings,
I will not forget what happened there.
My thoughts on the length and breadth ,
And cigarette smoke stretches ,
If you know how to read in his eyes ,
Then you realize : " I want to stay myself."
I do not even listen wish
All these fables by heart I know ,
Here you will tell a lot light :
From the Queen of England to Cerberus on a leash.
And if again I will have to roll that way ,
I will offer you my place to step .
This is not what you expected ,
The problems are not mine, I did what I said.
But the feeling coming over me from the inside ,
And he said to me, " Come back you home."
I'm heading to Wichita ,
Farther away from the hustle and bustle of this , where no one will find me ,
Maneuvers Aviation think it is necessary,
So to earn that sweat pouring down hail,
And bleeding, bleeding, bleeding,
I look to God not,
Words I open wounds
I will sing I will not ,
And even bloodstains talk to me ,
They assert , "Go home already ."
Tags : Poetic and literary translations | |
