Текст песни ян марокканский - раз. ошибки
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давай напьемся к чертовой матери
и забудемся! ведь прошлая жизнь, вся
ошибками кишит, словами матерными
и исправлять их уже нет смысла!
как нет смысла каждый раз назад
возвращаться, и искать причину в других.
ведь она всегда внутри, как и азарт,
что оставляет на воде новые круги.
я на минуту притих, наблюдая за рябью.
она стихнет, и азарт сменится осознанием
того, что ошибки, что ведут нас по краю,
в итоге в нас растворяются, рождая тех,
кого мы искали всю жизнь - настоящих.
я видел ладони просящих, линии на них.
они порой скажут больше чем ящик
с новостями! разве к этому шли они?
разве к этому вели их ошибки прошлого,
что нарочно на части нас крошат?
ведь обломки от них пробираясь под кожу,
как осколки от мин нас держат в заложниках
всю жизнь. Конфуций когда-то сказал:
"ошибки исправляют мудрейшие люди"!
значит, я туп и глуп, выбрав не тот вокзал,
не то направление, повлияв не на те судьбы.
а может жизнь все рассудит и укажет?
а если хочешь, обвини меня в краже,
что я бесцельно ворую и трачу твое время!
только не говори, что я оплошность твоя, и бремя.
ведь мы уже и без этого чьи-то ошибки!
я аккуратно срываю ярлыки, что пришиты
на нас и складываю в полку к фальшивым
вещам, к словам, к погрешностям и ушибам.
я закрываю на ключ и бросаю на дно
самого глубокого океана, или в тре’щины скал.
я свои лица пересчитал, оставив одно.
приведя его в порядок, что бы встретится там
с тобой в парке, или на какой-нибудь хате.
отсоединив провода от прошлого (и плевать!),
давай напьемся к чертовой матери,
просто так, что б было, что нам вспоминать, и
понять наконец, что все что мы делали с дуру.
постепенно, шаг за шагом вело нас друг к другу.
Let's get drunk to hell
And forget! Because the past life, the whole
He teems with mistakes
And there is no point to correct them!
As there is no sense every time back
Return, and look for the cause in others.
Because she is always inside, like excitement,
That leaves new circles on the water.
I fell silent for a moment, watching the ripples.
It will abate, and the excitement will be replaced by awareness
The fact that mistakes that lead us along the edge,
As a result, they dissolve into us,
Whom we have been looking for all our lives - real.
I saw the palms of those asking, the lines on them.
They sometimes say more than a box
With news! Did they go to this?
Were they guided by their mistakes of the past,
That on purpose we are crumbling on purpose?
Because the fragments from them making their way under the skin,
How the fragments of mines are held hostage by us
all life. Confucius once said:
"Mistakes are corrected by wisest people";
Then I'm stupid and stupid, choosing the wrong station,
Not the direction, not influencing those fates.
But maybe life will judge everything and indicate?
And if you want, blame me for stealing,
That I aimlessly steal and spend your time!
Just do not say that I'm your oversight, and the burden.
Because we are already without this, someone's mistakes!
I carefully tear off the labels that are sewn
On us and put in a shelf to the fake
Things, words, errors and bruises.
I lock and thrown to the bottom
The deepest ocean, or in the rocky cliffs.
I counted my faces, leaving one.
Putting it in order that would meet there
With you in the park, or on some hut.
Having detached the wires from the past (and spit!),
Let's get drunk to hell,
Just so that it would be that we remember, and
To understand finally that all that we did with the fool.
Gradually, step by step led us to each other.
And forget! Because the past life, the whole
He teems with mistakes
And there is no point to correct them!
As there is no sense every time back
Return, and look for the cause in others.
Because she is always inside, like excitement,
That leaves new circles on the water.
I fell silent for a moment, watching the ripples.
It will abate, and the excitement will be replaced by awareness
The fact that mistakes that lead us along the edge,
As a result, they dissolve into us,
Whom we have been looking for all our lives - real.
I saw the palms of those asking, the lines on them.
They sometimes say more than a box
With news! Did they go to this?
Were they guided by their mistakes of the past,
That on purpose we are crumbling on purpose?
Because the fragments from them making their way under the skin,
How the fragments of mines are held hostage by us
all life. Confucius once said:
"Mistakes are corrected by wisest people";
Then I'm stupid and stupid, choosing the wrong station,
Not the direction, not influencing those fates.
But maybe life will judge everything and indicate?
And if you want, blame me for stealing,
That I aimlessly steal and spend your time!
Just do not say that I'm your oversight, and the burden.
Because we are already without this, someone's mistakes!
I carefully tear off the labels that are sewn
On us and put in a shelf to the fake
Things, words, errors and bruises.
I lock and thrown to the bottom
The deepest ocean, or in the rocky cliffs.
I counted my faces, leaving one.
Putting it in order that would meet there
With you in the park, or on some hut.
Having detached the wires from the past (and spit!),
Let's get drunk to hell,
Just so that it would be that we remember, and
To understand finally that all that we did with the fool.
Gradually, step by step led us to each other.