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Echoes - Pink Floyd

Echoes
             ³äëóííÿ


Overhead the albatross
hangs motionless upon the air
             Íåðóõîìî àëüáàòðîñ
             âãîð³ â³ñèòü, âï³éìàâøè áðèç,

And deep beneath the rolling waves
             à ãëèáøå ãóðê³òëèâèõ õâèëü
In labyrinths of coral caves
             ç êîðàë³â, ´ðîò³â - çâ³äóñ³ëü
The echo of a distant tide
             çðîñòàº, øèðèòüñÿ ëóíà,
Comes willowing across the sand
             ï³äíÿâøè êàëàìóòü ³ç äíà,
And everything is green and submarine
             çåëåíå âñå íàâêîëî. Ãëèáèíà.
And no one showed us to the land
             ͳõòî íå âêàæå, áåðåã äå,
And no one knows the where or whys
             äå ìè é ÷îìó, í³õòî íå çíà,
But something stirs and something tries
             ëèø ç𳺠ùîñü ³ âèðèíà,
And starts to climb towards the light
             â³äëóííÿ äî íåáåñ ³äå.

Strangers passing in the street
             ×óæèíö³ éäóòü âäîâæ õ³äíèê³â,
By chance two separate glances meet
             äâà ïîãëÿäè âèïàäîê çâ³â,
And I am you and what I see is me
             ÿ - òâîº "ÿ", â òîá³ ñåáå ÿ ñòð³â.
And do I take you by the hand
             ×è æ íå ïðîéäåì ðóêà â ðóö³,
And lead you through the land
             êðà¿íè òî¿ ìàí³âö³,
And help me understand the best I can
             íåçíàíèõ ³ñòèí ùîá çíàéòè ê³íö³?
And no one calls us to move on
             É í³õòî íà íàñ íå ÷èíèòü òèñê,
And no one forces down our eyes
             íå çìóñèòü î÷³ îïóñòèòü,
And no one speaks and no one tries
             ³ íå âèïèòóº, íå â÷èòü,
No one flies around the sun
             íå çàòóëÿº ñîíöÿ äèñê.

Cloudless everyday you fall
              ̳é çâè÷íèé, ì³é ïîãîæèé äåíü,
upon my waking eyes
              ùî â â³÷³ âïàâ, íåñïèííèé ñêëîì,
Inviting and inciting me to rise
             çàïðîøóºø ³ âàáèø òè òåïëîì.
And through the window in the wall
             Êð³çü â³êíà â ä³ì òè ùåäðî øëåø
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
             íà êðèëàõ ñîíöÿ ïðîì³íö³â
A million bright ambassadors of morning
             ç³ðíèö³ âðàí³øíüî¿ áåçë³÷ ïîñëàíö³â.
And no one sings me lullabies
              É í³õòî ï³ñíÿìè íå ïðèñïèòü,
And no one makes me close my eyes
              íåìà êîìó î÷åé çàêðèòü,
And so I throw the windows wide
              òîæ êð³çü ðîç÷àõíóòå â³êíî
And call to you across the sky
              äî òåáå íåáîì êëè÷ ëåòèòü...

                                        I.2016 - 05.IV.2016

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14.05.16, 12:24

Âàø ïåðåêëàä-ïåðåñï³â?

    24.05.16, 12:31³äïîâ³äü íà 1 â³ä les paul

    òàê, íà ÷óæîìó ó ìåíå çàâæäè º (Ñ)

      34.05.16, 12:36

      Äîáðå. Ç íåçíà÷íèìè ñóá'ºêòèâíèìè çàóâàæåííÿìè, ùî ìîãëè á áóòè âðàõîâàí³ ïðè âèêîíàíí³ ÿê êîìïîçèö³¿ PF â óêðà¿íîìîâí³é âåðñ³¿.

        44.05.16, 12:44³äïîâ³äü íà 3 â³ä les paul

        Äÿêóþ!
        Òàê, êîëè õî÷åø åêâ³ðèòì³÷íî ïåðåêëàñòè, äîâîäèòüñÿ ÷èìîñü ïîñòóïàòèñÿ.