Текст песни Peter Hammill - Undone
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I mark the high days and the holidays red-letter on the page; fast-forward into memory, prepare to be upstaged. The envelopes I push against so rapidly become a wrap to keep me safe and warm but soon enough I'll be undone. And if, for instance, I had spent a lifetime in the service of cleanliness and godliness I'd still be washed up now. My history doesn't make much sense, no corner has been turned. The future's brooding and immense and everything I've learned seems tiny in the scheme of things, the reckoning's begun - I hold together what I can, the stitches bound to come undone. And, for example, if I'd spent a lifetime in pursuit of miraculously common sense I'd still feel stupid now. I'm waiting on a final clue, a final validation of what I did,of what I hid, of all I called my own. Our high days and our holidays are numbered, every one. So quick the hours rush away and everything we've left's undone. ____________________________________ Я помечаю праздники и выходные красными цифрами на странице; быстрая перемотка памяти, подготовка к уходу со сцены. Оболочки, которые я сбрасываю, так быстро становятся покровами, которые держат меня в безопасности и комфорте, но довольно скоро со мной будет покончено. И если, например, я провел бы свою жизнь, работая над чистотой и благочестием, я сейчас все равно выглядел бы так же паршиво. Моя история не имеет особого смысла, я не сворачивал с проторенной дорожки. Будущее нависает и давит, и все, что я познал кажется крошечным в схеме сущностей, подсчет начался - я сдерживаю вместе то, что могу, соединение стежков так и останется незавершенным. И если, например, я провел бы свою жизнь в поисках сверхъестественного здравого смысла, я сейчас все равно чувствовал бы себя одураченным. Я жду на последней нити, последней проверки правильности того, чем я был, или что я скрывал, всего, что я считал своим. Наши праздники и наши выходные сочтены, один за одним. Так быстро ускользают часы, и все, что мы оставляем незавершенным. Примечание В английском языке слово 'undone' означает и 'незавершенное, несделанное', и 'погибшее, погубленное'. Не забывайте также, что "undone" это past perfect от "undo". (А ведь как порой хочется сделать Ctrl-Z в жизни!) Смотрите также:
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I mark the high days and the holidays
red-letter on the page;
fast-forward into memory,
prepare to be upstaged.
The envelopes I push against
so rapidly become
a wrap to keep me safe and warm
but soon enough I'll be undone.
And if, for instance, I had spent a lifetime
in the service of cleanliness and godliness
I'd still be washed up now.
My history does not make much sense,
no corner has been turned.
The future's brooding and immense
and everything I've learned
seems tiny in the scheme of things,
the reckoning's begun -
I hold together what I can,
the stitches bound to come undone.
And, for example, if I'd spent a lifetime
in pursuit of miraculously common sense
I'd still feel stupid now.
I'm waiting on a final clue,
a final validation
of what I did, of what I hid,
of all I called my own.
Our high days and our holidays
are numbered, every one.
So quick the hours rush away
and everything we've left's undone.
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I mark holidays and weekends
red numbers on the page;
fast memory
preparations for the departure from the scene.
Skins that I drop,
so quickly become
veils that keep me in safety and comfort,
but pretty soon it will be finished with me.
And if, for example, I would have spent my life
working on purity and piety,
I'm still looking to the same lousy.
My story does not make much sense,
I swerved off the beaten track.
Future hangs and presses,
and all that I have learned
It appears tiny in the scheme of entities
counting began -
I hold together what I can,
Connect stitches and remains unfinished.
And if, for example, I would have spent my life
in search of the supernatural sense,
I'm still would have felt duped.
I look forward to the last thread,
final validation
what I was, or that I hide,
all that I feel.
Our festivals and our weekend
considered one by one.
So quickly escape watches
and all that we leave unfinished.
Note
The English word 'undone' means a 'work in progress, not done' and 'lost, ruined'. Do not forget also that the & quot; undone & quot; This past perfect from the & quot; undo & quot ;. (But how do sometimes want to Ctrl-Z in my life!)
