Текст песни Keane - Perfect Symmetry Мария Ковалёва
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I shake through the wreckage for signs of lifeScrolling through the paragraphs
Clicking through the photographs
I wish I could make sense of what we do
Burning down the capitals
Wisest of the animals
Who are you, what are you living for
Tooth for tooth, maybe we'll go one more
This life, is lived in perfect symmetry
What I do, that will be done to me
Write page after page of analysis
Looking for the final score
We're no closer than we were before
Who are you, what are you fighting for
Holy truth, brother I chose this mortal life
Lived in perfect symmetry
What I do, that will be done to me
As the needle, slips into the run-out groove
Love, maybe you feel it too
And maybe you find, life is unkind
And over so soon
There is no golden gate
There's no heaven waiting for you
Oh boy you ought to leave this town
Get out while you can
The meter's running down
The voices in the streets you love
Everything is better when you hear that sound
Woooaohhh
Woooaohhh
Woooaohhh
Spineless dreamers, hide in churches
Pieces of pieces of rush hour buses
I dream in emails, worn out phrases
Mile after mile of just empty pages
Wrap yourself around me
Wrap yourself around me
As the needle, slips into the run-out groove
Maybe I'll feel it too
Maybe you'll feel it too
Maybe you'll feel it too
Maybe you'll feel it too
I dream in emails, worn out phrases
Mile after mile of just empty pages
А теперь по-русски...
Я прорываюсь сквозь крах всех признаков жизни,
Проглядываю абзацы,
Щёлкаю по фотографиям.
Жаль, что я не могу придать смысла нашим действиям –
Мы сжигаем столицы,
Самые мудрые из животных…
Кто ты, для чего ты живёшь?
Зуб за зуб, может, мы начнём ещё раз.
Эту жизнь мы живём в идеальной симметрии:
Все мои поступки отзовутся мне.
Пишутся исследования, страница за страницей
В поисках окончательного вывода,
Но сейчас мы не ближе к нему, чем были в начале.
Кто ты, ради чего ты борешься?
Святая правда, брат, я выбрал эту смертную жизнь,
Прожитую в идеальной симметрии.
Результаты моих поступков вернутся ко мне,
Как игла выскальзывает из стежка.
Любовь, быть может, ты тоже её ощущаешь…
Быть может, ты поймёшь, что жизнь зла
И так скоротечна,
И нет золотых врат,
Рай не ждёт тебя.
О, мальчик, ты должен уехать из этого города,
Выбирайся, пока можешь,
Показатели снижаются.
Голоса на улицах, которые ты любишь,
Всё улучшается, когда ты слышишь этот звук.
Ооооооууу!
Ооооооууу!
Ооооооууу!
Безвольные мечтатели, прячьтесь в церквях,
Суетливое движение автобусов по расписанию,
Я мечтаю по электронной почте
На многих милях абсолютно пустых страниц.
Окутай меня собой,
Окутай меня собой…
Как игла, выскальзывает из стежка,
Может быть, я тоже это почувствую,
Может быть, я тоже это почувствую,
Может быть, я тоже это почувствую.
Я мечтаю в письмах по электронной почте, избитыми фразами
На многих милях абсолютно пустых страниц.
Перевод песни
I shake through the wreckage for signs of lifeScrolling through the paragraphs
Clicking through the photographs
I wish I could make sense of what we do
Burning down the capitals
Wisest of the animals
Who are you, what are you living for
Tooth for tooth, maybe we'll go one more
This life, is lived in perfect symmetry
What I do, that will be done to me
Write page after page of analysis
Looking for the final score
We're no closer than we were before
Who are you, what are you fighting for
Holy truth, brother I chose this mortal life
Lived in perfect symmetry
What I do, that will be done to me
As the needle, slips into the run-out groove
Love, maybe you feel it too
And maybe you find, life is unkind
And over so soon
There is no golden gate
There's no heaven waiting for you
Oh boy you ought to leave this town
Get out while you can
The meter's running down
The voices in the streets you love
Everything is better when you hear that sound
Woooaohhh
Woooaohhh
Woooaohhh
Spineless dreamers, hide in churches
Pieces of pieces of rush hour buses
I dream in emails, worn out phrases
Mile after mile of just empty pages
Wrap yourself around me
Wrap yourself around me
As the needle, slips into the run-out groove
Maybe I'll feel it too
Maybe you'll feel it too
Maybe you'll feel it too
Maybe you'll feel it too
I dream in emails, worn out phrases
Mile after mile of just empty pages
And now in Russian...
I break through the collapse of all signs of life
I look through the paragraphs
I click on the photos.
It’s a pity that I can’t give meaning to our actions -
We burn the capitals
The wisest of animals ...
Who are you, what are you living for?
Tooth by tooth, maybe we will start again.
This life we live in perfect symmetry:
All my actions will respond to me.
Research is being written, page by page
In search of a final conclusion,
But now we are no closer to him than we were at the beginning.
Who are you, what are you fighting for?
Holy truth, brother, I chose this mortal life,
Lived in perfect symmetry.
The results of my actions will return to me,
As the needle slips out of the stitch.
Love, maybe you feel it too ...
Perhaps you will understand that life is evil
And so fleeting
And there is no golden gate
Paradise is not waiting for you.
Oh boy you have to leave this city
Get out while you can
Performance is declining.
The voices in the streets you love
Everything improves when you hear this sound.
Ohhhhhhh!
Ohhhhhhh!
Ohhhhhhh!
Limp dreamers, hide in churches
Busy bus traffic on schedule,
I dream by email
Many miles of completely blank pages.
Wrap me in yourself
Wrap me around you ...
Like a needle slips out of a stitch
Maybe I can feel it too
Maybe I can feel it too
Maybe I can feel it too.
I dream in emails, rubber stamps
Many miles of completely blank pages.