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Меж двух огней (перевод Кирилл из Санкт-Петербурга)
He'd trade his guns for love
Он променял своё оружие на любовь,
But he's caught in the crossfire,
Но оказался меж двух огней
And he keeps wakin' up,
И он продолжает просыпаться,
But it's not to the sound of birds
Но птицы не поют здесь
The tyranny, the violent streets,
Тирания и жестокость на улицах
Deprived of all that we're blessed with,
Лишили нас всего, чем мы были благословлены,
And we can't get enough, no
И нам не хватает того, что осталось.
Heaven if you sent us down,
Раз уж если нас сбросили с Небес,
So we could build a playground,
То мы можем построить игровую площадку,
For the sinners to play as saints,
Чтобы грешники играли, как святые.
You'd be so proud of what we've made
Небеса будут гордиться тем, что мы сделали.
I hope you got some beds around,
Надеюсь, у тебя есть несколько кроватей,
‘Cause you're the only refuge now,
Ведь ты - последний приют
For every mother, every child, every brother,
Для всех матерей, детей и братьев,
That's caught in the crossfire
Которые оказались меж двух огней.
I'd trade my luck to know,
Я бы отдал всё моё счастье, чтобы узнать,
Why he's caught in the crossfire,
Почему он попал в этот перекрестный огонь,
And I'm here wakin' up
И я просыпаюсь
To the sun and the sound of birds
С рассветом солнца и слышу пение птиц.
Society's anxiety,
Беспокойство общества
Deprives of all that we're blessed with,
Лишает нас всего, чем мы были благословлены,
We just can't get enough, no!
И нам не хватает того, что осталось.
Heaven if you sent us down,
Раз уж если нас сбросили с Небес,
So we could build a playground,
То мы можем построить игровую площадку,
For the sinners to play as saints,
Чтобы грешники играли, как святые.
You'd be so proud of what we've made
Небеса будут гордиться тем, что мы сделали.
I hope you got some beds around,
Надеюсь, у тебя есть несколько кроватей,
‘Cause you're the only refuge now,
Ведь ты - последний приют
For every mother, every child, every brother,
Для всех матерей, детей и братьев,
Who's caught in the crossfire!
Которые оказались меж двух огней.
Can I trust what I'm given?
Могу ли я доверять тому, что мне говорят?
When faith still needs a gun,
Когда вера всё ещё требует держать оружие,
Whose ammunition justifies the wrong?
Чьи боеприпасы отстаивают неверные принципы?
And I can't see from the backseat,
Я не могу понять этого с моего нейтрального положения,
So I'm asking from above,
Потому я спрашиваю Небеса:
Can I trust what I'm given,
"Могу ли я доверять тому, что мне говорят,
Even when it cuts?
Даже когда эти вещи мне неприятны?
So Heaven if you sent us down,
Раз уж если нас сбросили с Небес,
So we could build a playground,
То мы можем построить игровую площадку,
For the sinners to play as saints,
Чтобы грешники играли, как святые.
You'd be so proud of what we made
Небеса будут гордиться тем, что мы сделали.
I hope you got some beds around,
Надеюсь, у тебя есть несколько кроватей,
‘Cause you're the only refuge now,
Ведь ты - последний приют
For every mother, every child, every brother
Для всех матерей, детей и братьев,
Who's caught in the crossfire,
Которые оказались меж двух огней.
Who's caught in the crossfire,
Которые оказались меж двух огней.
Who's caught in the crossfire,
Которые оказались меж двух огней.
Who's caught on the cross
Которые оказались на перепутье.
He'd trade his guns for love
Он променял своё оружие на любовь,
But he's caught in the crossfire,
Но оказался меж двух огней
And he keeps wakin' up,
И он продолжает просыпаться,
But it's not to the sound of birds
Но птицы не поют здесь
The tyranny, the violent streets,
Тирания и жестокость на улицах
Deprived of all that we're blessed with,
Лишили нас всего, чем мы были благословлены,
And we can't get enough, no
И нам не хватает того, что осталось.
Heaven if you sent us down,
Раз уж если нас сбросили с Небес,
So we could build a playground,
То мы можем построить игровую площадку,
For the sinners to play as saints,
Чтобы грешники играли, как святые.
You'd be so proud of what we've made
Небеса будут гордиться тем, что мы сделали.
I hope you got some beds around,
Надеюсь, у тебя есть несколько кроватей,
‘Cause you're the only refuge now,
Ведь ты - последний приют
For every mother, every child, every brother,
Для всех матерей, детей и братьев,
That's caught in the crossfire
Которые оказались меж двух огней.
I'd trade my luck to know,
Я бы отдал всё моё счастье, чтобы узнать,
Why he's caught in the crossfire,
Почему он попал в этот перекрестный огонь,
And I'm here wakin' up
И я просыпаюсь
To the sun and the sound of birds
С рассветом солнца и слышу пение птиц.
Society's anxiety,
Беспокойство общества
Deprives of all that we're blessed with,
Лишает нас всего, чем мы были благословлены,
We just can't get enough, no!
И нам не хватает того, что осталось.
Heaven if you sent us down,
Раз уж если нас сбросили с Небес,
So we could build a playground,
То мы можем построить игровую площадку,
For the sinners to play as saints,
Чтобы грешники играли, как святые.
You'd be so proud of what we've made
Небеса будут гордиться тем, что мы сделали.
I hope you got some beds around,
Надеюсь, у тебя есть несколько кроватей,
‘Cause you're the only refuge now,
Ведь ты - последний приют
For every mother, every child, every brother,
Для всех матерей, детей и братьев,
Who's caught in the crossfire!
Которые оказались меж двух огней.
Can I trust what I'm given?
Могу ли я доверять тому, что мне говорят?
When faith still needs a gun,
Когда вера всё ещё требует держать оружие,
Whose ammunition justifies the wrong?
Чьи боеприпасы отстаивают неверные принципы?
And I can't see from the backseat,
Я не могу понять этого с моего нейтрального положения,
So I'm asking from above,
Потому я спрашиваю Небеса:
Can I trust what I'm given,
"Могу ли я доверять тому, что мне говорят,
Even when it cuts?
Даже когда эти вещи мне неприятны?
So Heaven if you sent us down,
Раз уж если нас сбросили с Небес,
So we could build a playground,
То мы можем построить игровую площадку,
For the sinners to play as saints,
Чтобы грешники играли, как святые.
You'd be so proud of what we made
Небеса будут гордиться тем, что мы сделали.
I hope you got some beds around,
Надеюсь, у тебя есть несколько кроватей,
‘Cause you're the only refuge now,
Ведь ты - последний приют
For every mother, every child, every brother
Для всех матерей, детей и братьев,
Who's caught in the crossfire,
Которые оказались меж двух огней.
Who's caught in the crossfire,
Которые оказались меж двух огней.
Who's caught in the crossfire,
Которые оказались меж двух огней.
Who's caught on the cross
Которые оказались на перепутье.
Between two fires (translating Cyril from St. Petersburg)
He'd sell his guns for love
He exchanged his weapons for love,
But he's caught in the crossfire,
But it was between two fires
And he keeps wakin 'up,
And he continues to wake up,
But it's not to the sound of birds
But the birds do not sing here
The tyranny, the violent streets,
Tyranny and cruelty in the streets
Deprived of all that we're blessed with,
They deprived us of everything that we were blessed with,
And we can not get enough, no
And we lack what remains.
Heaven if you sent us down,
If we are thrown from heaven,
So we could build a playground,
Then we can build a playground,
For the sinners to play as saints,
That sinners would play like saints.
You'd be so proud of what we've made
Heaven will be proud of what we have done.
I hope you got some beds around,
I hope you have a few beds,
'Cause you're the only refuge now,
After all, you are the last shelter
For every mother, every child, every brother,
For all mothers, children and brothers,
That's caught in the crossfire
Which were between two fires.
I'd trade my luck to know,
I would give all my happiness to find out,
Why he's caught in the crossfire,
Why did he get caught in this crossfire,
And I'm here wakin 'up
And I wake up
To the sun and the sound of birds
With the dawn of the sun, I hear birds singing.
Society's anxiety,
Anxiety of society
Deprive of all that we're blessed with,
Deprives us of everything that we have been blessed with,
We just can not get enough, no!
And we lack what remains.
Heaven if you sent us down,
If we are thrown from heaven,
So we could build a playground,
Then we can build a playground,
For the sinners to play as saints,
That sinners would play like saints.
You'd be so proud of what we've made
Heaven will be proud of what we have done.
I hope you got some beds around,
I hope you have a few beds,
'Cause you're the only refuge now,
After all, you are the last shelter
For every mother, every child, every brother,
For all mothers, children and brothers,
Who's caught in the crossfire!
Which were between two fires.
Can I trust what I'm given?
Can I trust what they tell me?
When faith still needs a gun,
When faith still requires a weapon,
Whose ammunition justifies the wrong?
Whose ammunition defends the wrong principles?
And I can not see from the backseat,
I can not understand this from my neutral position,
So I'm asking from above,
Therefore I ask Heaven:
Can I trust what I'm given,
"Can I trust what they say to me,
Even when it cuts?
Even when these things are unpleasant to me?
So Heaven if you sent us down,
If we are thrown from heaven,
So we could build a playground,
Then we can build a playground,
For the sinners to play as saints,
That sinners would play like saints.
You'd be so proud of what we're made of
Heaven will be proud of what we have done.
I hope you got some beds around,
I hope you have a few beds,
'Cause you're the only refuge now,
After all, you are the last shelter
For every mother, every child, every brother
For all mothers, children and brothers,
Who's caught in the crossfire,
Which were between two fires.
Who's caught in the crossfire,
Which were between two fires.
Who's caught in the crossfire,
Which were between two fires.
Who's caught on the cross
Which were at a crossroads.
He'd sell his guns for love
He exchanged his weapons for love,
But he's caught in the crossfire,
But it was between two fires
And he keeps wakin 'up,
And he continues to wake up,
But it's not to the sound of birds
But the birds do not sing here
The tyranny, the violent streets,
Tyranny and cruelty in the streets
Deprived of all that we're blessed with,
They deprived us of everything that we were blessed with,
And we can not get enough, no
And we lack what remains.
Heaven if you sent us down,
If we are thrown from heaven,
So we could build a playground,
Then we can build a playground,
For the sinners to play as saints,
That sinners would play like saints.
You'd be so proud of what we've made
Heaven will be proud of what we have done.
I hope you got some beds around,
I hope you have a few beds,
'Cause you're the only refuge now,
After all, you are the last shelter
For every mother, every child, every brother,
For all mothers, children and brothers,
That's caught in the crossfire
Which were between two fires.
I'd trade my luck to know,
I would give all my happiness to find out,
Why he's caught in the crossfire,
Why did he get caught in this crossfire,
And I'm here wakin 'up
And I wake up
To the sun and the sound of birds
With the dawn of the sun, I hear birds singing.
Society's anxiety,
Anxiety of society
Deprive of all that we're blessed with,
Deprives us of everything that we have been blessed with,
We just can not get enough, no!
And we lack what remains.
Heaven if you sent us down,
If we are thrown from heaven,
So we could build a playground,
Then we can build a playground,
For the sinners to play as saints,
That sinners would play like saints.
You'd be so proud of what we've made
Heaven will be proud of what we have done.
I hope you got some beds around,
I hope you have a few beds,
'Cause you're the only refuge now,
After all, you are the last shelter
For every mother, every child, every brother,
For all mothers, children and brothers,
Who's caught in the crossfire!
Which were between two fires.
Can I trust what I'm given?
Can I trust what they tell me?
When faith still needs a gun,
When faith still requires a weapon,
Whose ammunition justifies the wrong?
Whose ammunition defends the wrong principles?
And I can not see from the backseat,
I can not understand this from my neutral position,
So I'm asking from above,
Therefore I ask Heaven:
Can I trust what I'm given,
"Can I trust what they say to me,
Even when it cuts?
Even when these things are unpleasant to me?
So Heaven if you sent us down,
If we are thrown from heaven,
So we could build a playground,
Then we can build a playground,
For the sinners to play as saints,
That sinners would play like saints.
You'd be so proud of what we're made of
Heaven will be proud of what we have done.
I hope you got some beds around,
I hope you have a few beds,
'Cause you're the only refuge now,
After all, you are the last shelter
For every mother, every child, every brother
For all mothers, children and brothers,
Who's caught in the crossfire,
Which were between two fires.
Who's caught in the crossfire,
Which were between two fires.
Who's caught in the crossfire,
Which were between two fires.
Who's caught on the cross
Which were at a crossroads.