Текст песни Van Der Graaf Generator - Refugees
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North was somewhere years ago and cold:ice locked the people's hearts and made them old.
South was birth to pleasant lands, but dry:
I walked the waters' depths and played my mind.
East was dawn, coming alive in the golden sun:
the winds came gently, several heads became one
in the summertime, though august people sneered...
we were at peace, and we cheered
We walked along, sometimes hand in hand,
between the thin lines marking sea and sand;
smiling very peacefully,
we began to notice that we could be free,
and we moved together to the West.
West is where all days shall someday end;
where the colours turn from grey to gold,
and you can be with the friends.
And light flakes the golden clouds above:
West is Mike and Susie,
West is where I love.
There we shall spend the final days of our lives...
tell the same old stories: well, at least we tried.
So into the West, smiles on our faces, we'll go;
oh! yes, and our apologies to those
who'll never really know the Way....
We're refugees, walking away from the life we've known and loved...
nothing to do nor say, nowhere to stay; now we are alone.
We're refugees, carrying all we own in brown bags, tied up with string...
nothing to think, it doesn't mean a thing, but we'll be happy on our own.
West is Mike and Susie;
West is Mike and Susie;
West is where I love,
West is refugees' home.
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Север был где-то много лет назад и был холоден:
лед сковал сердца людей и сделал их старыми.
Юг породил страны приятные, но сухие:
я прошел глубины вод и играл со своими желаниями.
Восток был зарей, живо приходящей в золотом солнце:
ветры прилетали нежно, несколько умов сливались в один
в летнее время, хотя люди августа усмехались...
мы жили в мире, и мы радовались.
Мы шли по дороге, иногда рука об руку,
между тонкими линиями, отмечающими море и песок
улыбаясь очень умиротворенно,
мы начинали замечать, что мы могли быть свободны,
и мы двигались вместе на Запад.
Запад - там, где все дни когда-нибудь кончатся
где краски превращаются из серых в золотые,
и ты можешь быть с друзьями.
И свет бросает блики на золотые облака вверху:
Запад - это Майк и Сюзи,
Запад - это место, где я люблю.
Там мы проведем последние дни наших жизней...
расскажем все те же старые истории: ну, по крайней мере, мы старались.
Итак, на Запад, с улыбками на лицах, мы пойдем -
о! да, и наши извинения тем,
кто никогда не узнает Путь...
Мы - изгнанники, уходим из жизни, которую мы знали и любили...
нечего делать или говорить, негде остановиться - теперь мы одни.
Мы - изгнанники, тащим все, что у нас есть, в коричневых сумках, перевязанных струной...
не о чем думать, это ничего не значит, но мы будем счастливы по-своему.
Запад - это Майк и Сюзи
Запад - это Майк и Сюзи
Запад - это место, где я люблю,
Запад - это дом для изгнанников.
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North was somewhere years ago and cold:ice locked
Southwest,
I walked the waters' depths and played my mind.
East was dawn coming alive in the golden sun:
the winds came one
in the summertime, though august people sneered ...
we were at peace
We walked along, sometimes hand in hand,
between the thin lines marking sea and sand;
smiling very peacefully
we began to notice that we could be free,
and we moved together to the West.
West is where all days some end;
where the colors turn from gray to gold,
and you can be with the friends.
And light flakes the golden clouds above:
West is Mike and Susie,
West is where I love.
Our lives
tell the same old stories: well, at least we tried.
So into the West, smiles on our faces, we'll go;
oh! yes, and our apologies to those
who'll never really know the Way ....
We're refugees, walking away from life ...
nothing to say, nowhere to stay; now we are alone.
We’ve been carrying bags, tied up with string ...
It doesn’t mean anything to think about it.
West is Mike and Susie;
West is Mike and Susie;
West is where I love,
West is refugees' home.
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The North was somewhere many years ago and was cold:
ice bound the hearts of men and made them old.
The south has spawned countries that are pleasant but dry:
I went through the depths of the waters and played with my desires.
The east was the dawn, alive coming in the golden sun:
the winds flew gently, several minds merged into one
in the summertime, though the people of August were grinning ...
we lived in peace, and we rejoiced.
We walked along the road, sometimes hand in hand,
between the thin lines marking the sea and sand
smiling very peacefully
we were starting to notice that we could be free
and we moved together to the West.
The West - Where All Days Will Ever End
where the colors turn from gray to gold,
and you can be with friends.
And the light casts a flash on the golden clouds above:
West is Mike and Suzy
West is the place where I love.
There we will spend the last days of our lives ...
let's tell all the same old stories: well, at least we tried.
So, to the West, with smiles on their faces, we will go -
about! yes and our apologies
who will never know the Way ...
We are exiles, we die from the life we knew and loved ...
nothing to do or say, nowhere to stop - now we are alone.
We are exiles, dragging all that we have in brown bags tied with a string ...
There is nothing to think about, it means nothing, but we will be happy in our own way.
West is Mike and Suzy
West is Mike and Suzy
The West is the place where I love,
The West is the home of the exiles.