Lyrics Рита - Ветер
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1. Я рисую картину: зябко и холодно.
Ветер как будто весь мир ненавидит
Хорошо быть ветром- он вечно молод,
никого не слушает и не видит.
От него не уйти, он повсюду скитается.
Он толкает в спину, он бьёт по лицу.
И не справиться с ним нерадивому пьянице,
Не сбежать никуда от него подлецу.
Припев:
А ветер в окна бьет, орёт в дверные щели
Ведь он как сумасшедший долго ждал,
Как будет рушить то, что люди не успели
Уничтожить из того, что не человек создал.
И никаких пощад ни слабым, ни могучим
Он никому не должен. Он сильней
И даже солнца нет, его закрыли тучи
От миллиардов избалованных людей.
2. Ветер несётся, врываясь в лёгкие.
За все ошибки даёт пощёчину
Как будто душу занесла нелёгкая:
Сначала на встречку, а потом на обочину
Вечной свободой своею дразнится,
силой и тем, что насквозь он видит
Подлость и ложь, и конечно, предательство
Тщетно их прятать, ничего не выйдет
3. Жалкие люди, ветер в них дышит
Шутит над ними и издевается
Только в таких можно услышать
Как изнутри их души ломаются
Я наблюдаю и как-то противно
Ветер срывает с людей их маски
И я понимаю, что закончить картину
Мне нужно реальными красками
1. I paint a picture: chilly and cold.
The wind seems to hate the whole world
It’s good to be blown away - he’s forever young
He does not listen and does not see anyone.
You can’t get away from him; he wanders everywhere.
He pushes in the back, he hits in the face.
And not to cope with it to the careless drunkard,
Do not escape anywhere from him scoundrel.
Chorus:
And the wind hits the windows, yells at the door slits
After all, he was waiting like a madman for a long time,
How will it ruin what people did not have time
Destroy from what no man has created.
And no mercy, neither weak nor powerful
He owes no one. He is stronger
And even there is no sun, clouds covered it
From billions of spoiled people.
2. The wind rushes, breaking into the lungs.
For all mistakes gives a slap in the face
It was as if a hard soul had brought:
First to the oncoming lane, and then to the curb
He teases with his eternal freedom,
by the power and through what he sees
Meanness and lies, and of course, betrayal
It is futile to hide them, nothing will come of it
3. Pitiful people, the wind is breathing in them
Jokes on them and scoffs
Only in such can you hear
How their souls break inside
I'm watching and somehow disgusting
The wind rips people off their masks
And I understand that finish the picture
I need real paints
The wind seems to hate the whole world
It’s good to be blown away - he’s forever young
He does not listen and does not see anyone.
You can’t get away from him; he wanders everywhere.
He pushes in the back, he hits in the face.
And not to cope with it to the careless drunkard,
Do not escape anywhere from him scoundrel.
Chorus:
And the wind hits the windows, yells at the door slits
After all, he was waiting like a madman for a long time,
How will it ruin what people did not have time
Destroy from what no man has created.
And no mercy, neither weak nor powerful
He owes no one. He is stronger
And even there is no sun, clouds covered it
From billions of spoiled people.
2. The wind rushes, breaking into the lungs.
For all mistakes gives a slap in the face
It was as if a hard soul had brought:
First to the oncoming lane, and then to the curb
He teases with his eternal freedom,
by the power and through what he sees
Meanness and lies, and of course, betrayal
It is futile to hide them, nothing will come of it
3. Pitiful people, the wind is breathing in them
Jokes on them and scoffs
Only in such can you hear
How their souls break inside
I'm watching and somehow disgusting
The wind rips people off their masks
And I understand that finish the picture
I need real paints