Текст песни Dead Can Dance - Anywhere Out of The World
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КУДА-НИБУДЬ ИЗ ЭТОГО МИРА Хотим за гранью смысла Найти какой-то знак, Чтоб указал размеры жизни, Боясь её забыть. А может быть, проще бы Отринуть жизнь, Страдания злой судьбы И мерзость лжи, Уйти от мук. Лежим у вод прохладных, Смотря на солнца шар, Так мотылька несовершенство Влечёт в круг смертельных чар. А может быть это я, К любви стремясь, Стал жертвой глупцов, кто в ряд Стоят, смеясь, Вдали от мук. Завершится ли бег жизни, наконец, Тщетный путь, где все ищут свой конец. —————————————————- ANYWHERE OUT OF THE WORLD. We scaled the face of reason To find at least one sign That could reveal the true dimensions Of life lest we forget And maybe it’s easier To withdraw from life With all of it’s misery And wretched lies Away from harm We lay by cool still waters And gazed into the sun And like the moth’s great imperfection Succumbed to her fatal charm Any maybe it’s me who dreams Unrequited love The victim of fools who watch And stand in line Away from harm In our vain pursuit of life for one’s own end Will this crooked path ever cease to end |
Somewhere OUT OF THIS WORLD
Want beyond sense
Find some sign
To specify the size of life,
Fearing her forget .
Or maybe easier to
Deny life
Suffering evil fate
And the abomination lies
Escape from suffering.
Lying at the water cooler ,
Looking at the sun bowl
So moth imperfection
Implies in terms of fatal spell.
And maybe it's me,
By seeking love ,
Was the victim of fools who are in a row
Are laughing
Far from suffering.
End if running life, finally
Vain way , where everyone is looking for its end .
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ANYWHERE OUT OF THE WORLD.
We scaled the face of reason
To find at least one sign
That could reveal the true dimensions
Of life lest we forget
And maybe it's easier
To withdraw from life
With all of it's misery
And wretched lies
Away from harm
We lay by cool still waters
And gazed into the sun
And like the moth's great imperfection
Succumbed to her fatal charm
Any maybe it's me who dreams
Unrequited love
The victim of fools who watch
And stand in line
Away from harm
In our vain pursuit of life for one's own end
Will this crooked path ever cease to end