Текст песни Gary Hughes - Once And Future King
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Tears upon the coldness of my cheek Слёзы капают на мою холодную щеку, Bathe this weary head in timeless sleep И я засыпаю вечным сном. And the life, like the day slips away, И жизнь, как свет дня, угасает. Broken, laid to rest upon this field, Сломленный, я отошёл в вечный покой на этом поле. Where the river flows the blood has stilled Река течёт, но кровь моя перестала течь, In the light that remains colours fade to grey В последних лучах света краски мира сереют. They slay the man but not his heartbeat, Король убит, но его сердце не остановлено. For something more lies within Потому что душу его не сломить. They claim the day but a thousand Враги торжествуют, но ехо тысячи голосов echoes rain as the mountains rage, Раздается в разгневанных горах. They've slain the man but not his heartbeat, Король убит, но его сердце не остановлено. His spirit soars on the wind Его дух парит на ветру. They claim the day, but the fire inside remains Враги торжествуют, но огонь не угас For the lost, once and future king В душе потерянного Короля Былого и Грядущего. Echoes of a man that used to be Отголоски короля, что жил когда-то Touching every soul who still believes Отдаются в каждой душе, которая ещё верит That the fight and the fray was ordained Что та битва, то побоище были предопределены, Carving out the shapes of destiny Были частью великой судьбы Someday in the greatest time of need И когда-нибудь, когда мир будет в нём больше всего нуждаться, He'll return from the place where he sleeps in wait Он вернётся оттуда, где он спит в ожидании. They slay the man but not his heartbeat, Король убит, но его сердце не остановлено. For something more lies within Потому что душу его не сломить. They claim the day but a thousand Враги торжествуют, но ехо тысячи голосов echoes rain as the mountains rage, Раздается в разгневанных горах. They've slain the man but not his heartbeat, Король убит, но его сердце не остановлено. His spirit soars on the wind Его дух парит на ветру. They claim the day, but the fire inside remains Враги торжествуют, но огонь не угас While it burns his return begins Пока он горит, его возвращение начинается The beloved, once and future king Наш любимый Король Былого и Грядущего. Смотрите также:
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Tears upon the coldness of my cheek
Tears are falling on my cold cheek,
Bathe weary head in timeless sleep
And I fall asleep forever.
And the life, like the day slips away,
And life, like the light of the day, fades away.
Broken, laid to rest upon this field,
Broken, I retired to eternal rest in this field.
Where the river flows the blood has stilled
The river flows, but my blood has ceased to flow,
Colors fade to gray
In the last rays of light the colors of the world are gray.
They slay the man but not his heartbeat,
The king is killed, but his heart is not stopped.
For something more lies within
Because the soul can not break it.
They claim the day but a thousand
Enemies triumph, but there are a thousand voices
echoes rain as the mountains rage
Sounds in angry mountains.
They’ve slain the man
The king is killed, but his heart is not stopped.
His spirit soars on the wind
His spirit soars in the wind.
They claim the day
The enemies triumph, but the fire has not died away
For the lost, once and future king
In the soul of the lost King Former and Coming.
Echoes of man
Echoes of the king that once lived
Touching every soul who still believes
Give in every soul that still believes
That the fight and the fray was ordained
That the battle, the slaughter was predetermined,
Carving out the shapes of destiny
Were part of a great destiny
Someday in the greatest time of need
And someday, when the world will need it most,
He'll return from the place where he sleeps in wait
He will return from where he sleeps waiting.
They slay the man but not his heartbeat,
The king is killed, but his heart is not stopped.
For something more lies within
Because the soul can not break it.
They claim the day but a thousand
Enemies triumph, but there are a thousand voices
echoes rain as the mountains rage
Sounds in angry mountains.
They’ve slain the man
The king is killed, but his heart is not stopped.
His spirit soars on the wind
His spirit soars in the wind.
They claim the day
The enemies triumph, but the fire has not died away
While it burns his return begins
While he burns, his return begins
The beloved, once and future king
Our beloved King Former and Coming.
