Lyrics Михаил Щербаков - Once In Our Lives
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Мы прах. Мы явный прах. В буквальном смысле пыль земли,
а также след в пыли.
Мы мел руин, щепа сухих древес, морской песок и след в песке,
утиль музеев и настенный мох пещер.
Мы алебастр, и тальк. И та мука, что лик паяца белит.
И опилки закулисных стойл.
А также прочий арсенал сыпучей всячины,
без коей шапито не шапито.
Мы несомненный прах. Мы порох, что столетьями
лежит себе и ждет ну, разве что случайности,
поскольку в тайники, где спрятан он,
ни светлый эльф, ни черный гном пути не сыщет.
Мы нагар и накипь. Зола и сажа мастерских.
Густой на гробовой плите нарост, налет,
убрав его, прочтешь слова: навек, навек, навек
ушла, ушла, ушла любовь, любовь, любовь.
Мы несравненный прах. Мы важный пепел, знатная руда.
Какой, не правда ли, высокий стиль?
Мы пыль, но если мы не соль земли,
то кто же соль земли?
Once in our lives let us drink to our wives
Though their numbers be but small
Heaven take the best and the Devil take the rest
So we shall get rid of them all
To this hearty wish let each man take his dish
And drink drink till he falls
а также след в пыли.
Мы мел руин, щепа сухих древес, морской песок и след в песке,
утиль музеев и настенный мох пещер.
Мы алебастр, и тальк. И та мука, что лик паяца белит.
И опилки закулисных стойл.
А также прочий арсенал сыпучей всячины,
без коей шапито не шапито.
Мы несомненный прах. Мы порох, что столетьями
лежит себе и ждет ну, разве что случайности,
поскольку в тайники, где спрятан он,
ни светлый эльф, ни черный гном пути не сыщет.
Мы нагар и накипь. Зола и сажа мастерских.
Густой на гробовой плите нарост, налет,
убрав его, прочтешь слова: навек, навек, навек
ушла, ушла, ушла любовь, любовь, любовь.
Мы несравненный прах. Мы важный пепел, знатная руда.
Какой, не правда ли, высокий стиль?
Мы пыль, но если мы не соль земли,
то кто же соль земли?
Once in our lives let us drink to our wives
Though their numbers be but small
Heaven take the best and the Devil take the rest
So we shall get rid of them all
To this hearty wish let each man take his dish
And drink drink till he falls
We are dust. We are clear dust. Literally the dust of the earth,
as well as a trace in the dust.
We are chalk ruins, wood chips of dry wood, sea sand and footprints in the sand,
scrap of museums and wall moss of caves.
We are alabaster, and talc. And the flour that the face of the clown’s whitens.
And sawdust backstage stalls.
And also another arsenal of loose stuff,
without which big top is not big top.
We are undoubted ashes. We are gunpowder that for centuries
lies to himself and waits, well, except for chance,
because in the hiding places where he is hidden,
Neither the light elf nor the black gnome will find the way.
We are soot and scale. Ash and soot workshops.
Thick build-up on the coffin plate, plaque,
having removed it, you will read the words: forever, forever, forever
gone, gone, gone love, love, love.
We are incomparable dust. We are an important ash, noble ore.
What, isn't it, high style?
We are dust, but if we are not the salt of the earth,
who is the salt of the earth?
Once in our lives let us drink to our wives
Though their numbers be but small
Heaven take the best and the Devil take the rest
So we shall get rid of them all
To this hearty wish let each man take his dish
And drink drink till he falls
as well as a trace in the dust.
We are chalk ruins, wood chips of dry wood, sea sand and footprints in the sand,
scrap of museums and wall moss of caves.
We are alabaster, and talc. And the flour that the face of the clown’s whitens.
And sawdust backstage stalls.
And also another arsenal of loose stuff,
without which big top is not big top.
We are undoubted ashes. We are gunpowder that for centuries
lies to himself and waits, well, except for chance,
because in the hiding places where he is hidden,
Neither the light elf nor the black gnome will find the way.
We are soot and scale. Ash and soot workshops.
Thick build-up on the coffin plate, plaque,
having removed it, you will read the words: forever, forever, forever
gone, gone, gone love, love, love.
We are incomparable dust. We are an important ash, noble ore.
What, isn't it, high style?
We are dust, but if we are not the salt of the earth,
who is the salt of the earth?
Once in our lives let us drink to our wives
Though their numbers be but small
Heaven take the best and the Devil take the rest
So we shall get rid of them all
To this hearty wish let each man take his dish
And drink drink till he falls