Текст песни Snow Patrol feat. Martha Wainwright - Set The Fire To The Third Bar
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I find the map and draw a straight line Over rivers, farms, and state lines The distance from here to where you'd be It's only finger-lengths that I see I touch the place where I'd find your face My finger in creases of distant dark places I hang my coat up in the first bar There is no peace that I've found so far The laughter penetrates my silence As drunken men find flaws in science Their words mostly noises Ghosts with just voices Your words in my memory Are like music to me I'm miles from where you are, I lay down on the cold gound I, I pray that something picks me up And sets me down in your warm arms After I have travelled so far We'd set the fire to the third bar We'd share each other like an island Until exhausted, close our eyelids And dreaming, pick up from The last place we left off Your soft skin is weeping A joy you can't keep in I'm miles from where you are, I lay down on the cold gound And I, I pray that something picks me up and sets me down in your warm arms And miles from where you are, I lay down on the cold gound and I, I pray that something picks me up and sets me down in your warm arms "Зажгли в третьем баре" Я нашел карту и провел прямую линию Через реки, фермы и границы штатов. Расстояние отсюда до того места, где ты могла бы быть, Кажется длиною с палец. Я прикасаюсь к тому месту, где по идее должно быть твоё лицо, Но мой палец упирается в далекие темные земли. Я повесил свой плащ в первом баре, Пока я не нашел никакого покоя. Смех проникает в моё безмолвие, Подобно пьянице, находящем недостатки в науке. Их слова в большинстве своем просто шум, Они – призраки, обладающие лишь голосом. Твои слова в моей памяти Звучат музыкой, ласкающей слух... Я очень далеко от тебя Ложусь на холодную землю. Я молюсь, что что-то поднимет меня И направит в твои горячие руки... После моего такого далекого путешествия Мы зажгли в третьем баре. Мы делились собой друг с другом как будто землей, Пока обессиленные, не сомкнули веки. И во сне не покинули Последнее место, где остановились. Твоя мягкая кожа еще влажная, Это то наслаждение, которое невозможно держать внутри... Я очень далеко от тебя Ложусь на холодную землю. Я молюсь, что что-то поднимет меня И направит в твои горячие руки... И в милях от тебя Я ложусь на холодную землю. Я молюсь, что что-то поднимет меня И направит в твои горячие руки... |
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I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from here to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My finger in creases of distant dark places
I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science
Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold gound
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold gound
And I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms
And miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold gound
and I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms
" We lit the third bar "
I found a map and drew a direct line
Across rivers , farms and state lines.
Distance from here to the place where you could be ,
It seems as long as a finger.
I touch the place where the idea should be your face ,
But my finger rests on the dark distant land.
I hung my coat in the first bar ,
While I found no rest.
Laughter penetrates my silence ,
Like a drunkard repositories shortcomings in science.
Their words are mostly just noise ,
They - the ghosts possessing a voice.
Your words in my memory
Sound music, mellifluous ...
I am very far from you
I lay down on the cold ground .
I pray that something will raise me
And send in your hot hands ...
After such a long trip my
We lit the third bar.
We shared with each other is as though the earth,
Until exhausted, have not closed eyelids.
And in a dream not left
The last place where you left off .
Your soft skin is still damp ,
It is the pleasure that can not keep inside ...
I am very far from you
I lay down on the cold ground .
I pray that something will raise me
And send in your hot hands ...
And miles away from you
I lay down on the cold ground .
I pray that something will raise me
And send in your hot hands ...
