Текст песни Death Cab For Cutie - What Sarah Said
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And it came to me then that every plan
Is a tiny prayer to father time
As I stared at my shoes in the ICU
That reeked of piss and 409
And I rationed my breaths as I said to myself
that I’d already taken too much today
As each descending peak of the LCD
Took you a little farther away from me
Away from me
Amongst the vending machines
And year old magazines
In a place where we only say goodbye
It stung like a violent wind
That our memories depend
On a faulty camera in our minds
And I knew that you were a truth
I would rather lose
than to have never lain beside at all
Then I looked around at all the eyes on the ground
As the TV entertained itself
Cause there’s no comfort in the waiting room
Just nervous paces bracing for bad news
Then the nurse comes round
And everyone lifts their heads
And I’m thinking of what Sarah said
That love is watching someone die
So who’s going to watch you die?
So who's going to watch you die?
So who's going to watch you die?
________________________________
Ко мне пришла мысль,
Что каждый наш план -
Это по-своему молитва Времени,
Когда я смотрел на свои ботинки
В коридоре больницы,
Который пропах мочой и хлоркой...
Я пытался дышать спокойнее и глубже,
Говоря сам себе,
Что сегодня уже перебрал,
Пока каждый спад волны -
Результат действия ЛСД -
Уносил тебя
Все дальше от меня,
Все дальше от меня...
Среди торговых автоматов
И прошлогодних журналов,
В месте, подходящем лишь для прощаний,
Как от порывов жестокого ветра,
Было больно от того,
Что наши воспоминания зависят от
Неисправных камер в наших головах...
И я знал, что ты была права,
И мне легче потерять,
Чем никогда не знать,
Каково это - лежать рядом,
Потом я посмотрел вокруг:
Все глаза уставились в пол,
А телевизор развлекал сам себя...
Ведь здесь не отдыхают,
В комнате ожидания,
Ее лишь меряют нервными шагами,
Готовясь к плохим новостям,
Потом входит медсестра,
И все поднимают головы,
А я думаю о том, что сказала Сара,
Что любовь сидит у постели,
Когда кто-то умирает...
Так кто будет сидеть у твоей постели,
Когда ты будешь умирать?
Is a tiny prayer to father time
As I stared at my shoes in the ICU
That reeked of piss and 409
And I rationed my breaths as I said to myself
that I’d already taken too much today
As each descending peak of the LCD
Took you a little farther away from me
Away from me
Amongst the vending machines
And year old magazines
In a place where we only say goodbye
It stung like a violent wind
That our memories depend
On a faulty camera in our minds
And I knew that you were a truth
I would rather lose
than to have never lain beside at all
Then I looked around at all the eyes on the ground
As the TV entertained itself
Cause there’s no comfort in the waiting room
Just nervous paces bracing for bad news
Then the nurse comes round
And everyone lifts their heads
And I’m thinking of what Sarah said
That love is watching someone die
So who’s going to watch you die?
So who's going to watch you die?
So who's going to watch you die?
________________________________
Ко мне пришла мысль,
Что каждый наш план -
Это по-своему молитва Времени,
Когда я смотрел на свои ботинки
В коридоре больницы,
Который пропах мочой и хлоркой...
Я пытался дышать спокойнее и глубже,
Говоря сам себе,
Что сегодня уже перебрал,
Пока каждый спад волны -
Результат действия ЛСД -
Уносил тебя
Все дальше от меня,
Все дальше от меня...
Среди торговых автоматов
И прошлогодних журналов,
В месте, подходящем лишь для прощаний,
Как от порывов жестокого ветра,
Было больно от того,
Что наши воспоминания зависят от
Неисправных камер в наших головах...
И я знал, что ты была права,
И мне легче потерять,
Чем никогда не знать,
Каково это - лежать рядом,
Потом я посмотрел вокруг:
Все глаза уставились в пол,
А телевизор развлекал сам себя...
Ведь здесь не отдыхают,
В комнате ожидания,
Ее лишь меряют нервными шагами,
Готовясь к плохим новостям,
Потом входит медсестра,
И все поднимают головы,
А я думаю о том, что сказала Сара,
Что любовь сидит у постели,
Когда кто-то умирает...
Так кто будет сидеть у твоей постели,
Когда ты будешь умирать?
Every plan
Is a tiny prayer to father time
As I stared at my shoes in the ICU
That reeked of piss and 409
And I rationed my breaths
that I’d already taken too much today
As each descending peak of the LCD
Took you a little farther away from me
Away from me
Amongst the vending machines
And year old magazines
In a place where we only say goodbye
It stung like a violent wind
That our memories depend
On a faulty camera in our minds
And I knew that you were a truth.
I would rather lose
than to have never lain beside at all
Then I looked around at the ground
As the TV entertained itself
Waiting for you
Just nervous paces bracing for bad news
Then the nurse comes round
And everyone lifts their heads
And I’m thinking of what
That love is watching someone die
So who's going to watch you die?
So who's going to watch you die?
So who's going to watch you die?
________________________________
A thought came to me
What is our every plan -
It is in its own time a prayer,
When i looked at my shoes
In the hospital corridor,
Who smelled urine and bleach ...
I tried to breathe calmer and deeper
Talking to myself,
What today already went over,
Until every wave decay -
Result of LSD -
Carried you away
Further away from me
Farther away from me ...
Among vending machines
And last year's magazines,
In a place suitable only for goodbyes
Like gusts of cruel wind,
It was painful because
What our memories depend on
Defective cameras in our heads ...
And I knew that you were right
And it's easier for me to lose
Than never know
How does it feel to be near?
Then I looked around:
All eyes are staring at the floor.
And the TV entertained itself ...
After all, there is no rest,
In the waiting room,
It is only measured by nervous steps,
Getting ready for bad news,
Then a nurse comes in,
And everybody lifts their heads,
And I think about what Sarah said,
That love sits by the bed,
When someone dies ...
So who will sit by your bed,
When will you die?
Is a tiny prayer to father time
As I stared at my shoes in the ICU
That reeked of piss and 409
And I rationed my breaths
that I’d already taken too much today
As each descending peak of the LCD
Took you a little farther away from me
Away from me
Amongst the vending machines
And year old magazines
In a place where we only say goodbye
It stung like a violent wind
That our memories depend
On a faulty camera in our minds
And I knew that you were a truth.
I would rather lose
than to have never lain beside at all
Then I looked around at the ground
As the TV entertained itself
Waiting for you
Just nervous paces bracing for bad news
Then the nurse comes round
And everyone lifts their heads
And I’m thinking of what
That love is watching someone die
So who's going to watch you die?
So who's going to watch you die?
So who's going to watch you die?
________________________________
A thought came to me
What is our every plan -
It is in its own time a prayer,
When i looked at my shoes
In the hospital corridor,
Who smelled urine and bleach ...
I tried to breathe calmer and deeper
Talking to myself,
What today already went over,
Until every wave decay -
Result of LSD -
Carried you away
Further away from me
Farther away from me ...
Among vending machines
And last year's magazines,
In a place suitable only for goodbyes
Like gusts of cruel wind,
It was painful because
What our memories depend on
Defective cameras in our heads ...
And I knew that you were right
And it's easier for me to lose
Than never know
How does it feel to be near?
Then I looked around:
All eyes are staring at the floor.
And the TV entertained itself ...
After all, there is no rest,
In the waiting room,
It is only measured by nervous steps,
Getting ready for bad news,
Then a nurse comes in,
And everybody lifts their heads,
And I think about what Sarah said,
That love sits by the bed,
When someone dies ...
So who will sit by your bed,
When will you die?