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You cut me down a tree and brought it back to me
And that's what made me see
Where I was going wrong
You put me on a shelf
And kept me for yourself
I can only blame myself
You can only blame me
And I could write a song
A hundred miles long
Well, that's where I belong
And you belong to me
And I could write it down
Or spread it all around
Get lost and then get found
Or swallowed in the sea
You put me on a line
And hung me out to dry
And darling that's when I
Decided to go to see you
You cut me down to size
And opened up my eyes
Made me realize
What I could not see
And I could write a book
The one they'll say that shook
The world, and then it took
It took it back from me
And I could write it down
Or spread it all around
Get lost and then get found
And you'll come back to me
Not swallowed in the sea
And I could write a song
A hundred miles long
Well, that's where I belong
And you belong with me
The streets you're walking on
A thousand houses long
Well, that's where I belong
And you belong with me
Oh what good is it to live
With nothing left to give
Forget but not forgive
Not loving all you see
Oh the streets you're walking on
A thousand houses long
Well that's where I belong
And you belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea
You belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea
Yeah, you belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea
ПЕРЕВОД
Ты срубила дерево
И принесла его мне,
И это заставило меня увидеть,
В чем я ошибался.
Ты положила меня на полку
И держала для себя.
В этом я могу винить только себя,
А ты можешь винить только меня.
Я мог бы написать песню
Длиной в сотни миль,
Просто это мое призвание,
А твое призвание - быть со мной.
И я мог бы записать ее
Или петь во всеуслышание,
Потеряться, а потом найтись
Или позволить морю поглотить себя....
Ты поставила меня перед чертой
И вывесила на просушку,
И вот тогда, дорогая, я и решил
Пойти и увидеться с тобой.
Ты обрезала меня по размеру
И открыла мои глаза,
Ты заставила меня понять
То, чего я не замечал.
Я мог бы написать книгу,
О которой сказали бы: "Она
Потрясла мир", и тогда бы мир забрал ее,
Забрал ее у меня.
И я мог бы записать ее
Или читать во всеуслышание,
Потеряться, а потом найтись,
И ты вернешься ко мне,
Не поглощённая морем.
Я мог бы написать песню
Длиной в сотни миль,
Просто это мое призвание,
А твое призвание - быть со мной.
Улицы, по которым ты гуляешь,
Которые тянутся на сотни домов, -
Вот где мое место,
А твое место - рядом со мной.
О, разве хорошо жить,
Когда нечего отдавать,
Забывая, но не прощая,
Не любя все то, что видишь?
Улицы, по которым ты гуляешь,
Которые тянутся на сотни домов, -
Вот где мое место,
А твое место - рядом со мной,
Не поглощённым морем.
Твое место - рядом со мной,
Не проглоченным морем.
Да, твое место - рядом со мной,
Не поглощённым морем.
And that's what made me see
Where I was going wrong
You put me on a shelf
And kept me for yourself
I can only blame myself
You can only blame me
And I could write a song
A hundred miles long
Well, that's where I belong
And you belong to me
And I could write it down
Or spread it all around
Get lost and then get found
Or swallowed in the sea
You put me on a line
And hung me out to dry
And darling that's when I
Decided to go to see you
You cut me down to size
And opened up my eyes
Made me realize
What I could not see
And I could write a book
The one they'll say that shook
The world, and then it took
It took it back from me
And I could write it down
Or spread it all around
Get lost and then get found
And you'll come back to me
Not swallowed in the sea
And I could write a song
A hundred miles long
Well, that's where I belong
And you belong with me
The streets you're walking on
A thousand houses long
Well, that's where I belong
And you belong with me
Oh what good is it to live
With nothing left to give
Forget but not forgive
Not loving all you see
Oh the streets you're walking on
A thousand houses long
Well that's where I belong
And you belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea
You belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea
Yeah, you belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea
ПЕРЕВОД
Ты срубила дерево
И принесла его мне,
И это заставило меня увидеть,
В чем я ошибался.
Ты положила меня на полку
И держала для себя.
В этом я могу винить только себя,
А ты можешь винить только меня.
Я мог бы написать песню
Длиной в сотни миль,
Просто это мое призвание,
А твое призвание - быть со мной.
И я мог бы записать ее
Или петь во всеуслышание,
Потеряться, а потом найтись
Или позволить морю поглотить себя....
Ты поставила меня перед чертой
И вывесила на просушку,
И вот тогда, дорогая, я и решил
Пойти и увидеться с тобой.
Ты обрезала меня по размеру
И открыла мои глаза,
Ты заставила меня понять
То, чего я не замечал.
Я мог бы написать книгу,
О которой сказали бы: "Она
Потрясла мир", и тогда бы мир забрал ее,
Забрал ее у меня.
И я мог бы записать ее
Или читать во всеуслышание,
Потеряться, а потом найтись,
И ты вернешься ко мне,
Не поглощённая морем.
Я мог бы написать песню
Длиной в сотни миль,
Просто это мое призвание,
А твое призвание - быть со мной.
Улицы, по которым ты гуляешь,
Которые тянутся на сотни домов, -
Вот где мое место,
А твое место - рядом со мной.
О, разве хорошо жить,
Когда нечего отдавать,
Забывая, но не прощая,
Не любя все то, что видишь?
Улицы, по которым ты гуляешь,
Которые тянутся на сотни домов, -
Вот где мое место,
А твое место - рядом со мной,
Не поглощённым морем.
Твое место - рядом со мной,
Не проглоченным морем.
Да, твое место - рядом со мной,
Не поглощённым морем.
You
And that's what made me see
Where I was going wrong
You put me on a shelf
And kept me for yourself
I can only blame myself
You can only blame me
And I could write a song
A hundred miles long
Well, that's where I belong
And you belong to me
And I could write it down.
Or spread it all around
Get lost and then get found
Or swallowed in the sea
You put me on a line
And hung out to dry
And darling that's when I
Decided to go to see you
You cut me down to size
And opened up my eyes
Made me realize
What I could not see
And I could write a book
The one they'll say that shook
The world
It took it back from me
And I could write it down.
Or spread it all around
Get lost and then get found
And you'll come back to me
Not swallowed in the sea
And I could write a song
A hundred miles long
Well, that's where I belong
And you belong with me
The streets you're walking on
A thousand houses long
Well, that's where I belong
And you belong with me
Oh what good is it to live
With nothing left to give
Forget but not forgive
Not loving all you see
Oh your streets you're walking on
A thousand houses long
Well that's where I belong
And you belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea
You belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea
Yeah, you belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea
TRANSFER
You cut down a tree
And brought it to me
And that made me see
What I was wrong.
You put me on the shelf
And kept for myself.
I can only blame myself
And you can only blame me.
I could write a song
Hundreds of miles long,
It's just my calling
And your calling is to be with me.
And I could write it down
Or sing publicly,
Get lost and then find
Or let the sea devour itself ....
You put me in front of the line
And hung out to dry,
And then, dear, I decided
Go and see you.
You cut me in size
And opened my eyes,
You made me understand
What I did not notice.
I could write a book
About which would say: "She
Shook the world ", and then the world would take her,
I took it from me.
And I could write it down
Or read publicly,
Get lost, and then find
And you will come back to me,
Not swallowed by the sea.
I could write a song
Hundreds of miles long,
It's just my calling
And your calling is to be with me.
The streets you walk
Which stretch into hundreds of homes, -
That's where my place is
And your place is next to me.
Oh, is it good to live,
When there is nothing to give,
Forgetting, but not forgiving,
Not loving everything that you see?
The streets you walk
Which stretch into hundreds of homes, -
That's where my place is
And your place is next to me
Not swallowed by the sea.
Your place is next to me
Not swallowed by the sea.
Yes, your place is next to me
Not swallowed by the sea.
And that's what made me see
Where I was going wrong
You put me on a shelf
And kept me for yourself
I can only blame myself
You can only blame me
And I could write a song
A hundred miles long
Well, that's where I belong
And you belong to me
And I could write it down.
Or spread it all around
Get lost and then get found
Or swallowed in the sea
You put me on a line
And hung out to dry
And darling that's when I
Decided to go to see you
You cut me down to size
And opened up my eyes
Made me realize
What I could not see
And I could write a book
The one they'll say that shook
The world
It took it back from me
And I could write it down.
Or spread it all around
Get lost and then get found
And you'll come back to me
Not swallowed in the sea
And I could write a song
A hundred miles long
Well, that's where I belong
And you belong with me
The streets you're walking on
A thousand houses long
Well, that's where I belong
And you belong with me
Oh what good is it to live
With nothing left to give
Forget but not forgive
Not loving all you see
Oh your streets you're walking on
A thousand houses long
Well that's where I belong
And you belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea
You belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea
Yeah, you belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea
TRANSFER
You cut down a tree
And brought it to me
And that made me see
What I was wrong.
You put me on the shelf
And kept for myself.
I can only blame myself
And you can only blame me.
I could write a song
Hundreds of miles long,
It's just my calling
And your calling is to be with me.
And I could write it down
Or sing publicly,
Get lost and then find
Or let the sea devour itself ....
You put me in front of the line
And hung out to dry,
And then, dear, I decided
Go and see you.
You cut me in size
And opened my eyes,
You made me understand
What I did not notice.
I could write a book
About which would say: "She
Shook the world ", and then the world would take her,
I took it from me.
And I could write it down
Or read publicly,
Get lost, and then find
And you will come back to me,
Not swallowed by the sea.
I could write a song
Hundreds of miles long,
It's just my calling
And your calling is to be with me.
The streets you walk
Which stretch into hundreds of homes, -
That's where my place is
And your place is next to me.
Oh, is it good to live,
When there is nothing to give,
Forgetting, but not forgiving,
Not loving everything that you see?
The streets you walk
Which stretch into hundreds of homes, -
That's where my place is
And your place is next to me
Not swallowed by the sea.
Your place is next to me
Not swallowed by the sea.
Yes, your place is next to me
Not swallowed by the sea.