Lyrics Pink Floyd - The Final Cut - 2.Your Possible Pasts
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They flutter behind you your possible pasts
Some bright-eyed and crazy some frightened and lost
A warning to anyone still in command
Of their possible future to take care
In derelict sidings the poppies entwine
With cattle trucks lying in wait for the next time
Do you remember me? How we used to be?
Do you think we should be closer?
She stood in the doorway the ghost of a smile
Haunting her face like a cheap hotel sign
Her cold eyes imploring the men in their macs
For the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs
Stepping up boldly one put out his hand
He said, "I was just a child then. Now I'm only a man."
Do you remember me? How we used to be?
Do you think we should be closer?
By the cold and religious we were taken in hand
Shown how to feel good and told to feel bad
Tongue tied and terrified we learned how to pray
Now our feelings run deep and cold as the clay
And strung out behind us the banners and flags
Of our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags
Do you remember me? How we used to be?
Do you think we should be closer?
За твоей спиной они трепятся о твоём возможном прошлом
Некоторые с сумасшедшими сияющими глазами, некоторые напуганные и потерянные
Предупреждение всем тем кто ещё в команде
Заботится о их возможном будущем
На заброшенном разъезде вьются маки
Стоящий скотовоз, ждёт пока придёт его время
Помнишь ли ты меня? То какими все мы когда-то были? Думаешь что мы должны быть ближе?
Она остановилась в проходе с призрачной улыбкой
Которая загоралась на её лице, как вывеска дешёвого отеля
Её холодные, умоляющее мужчин в комиссии, глаза
За золото в их сумках или за ножи в их спинах
Один смело подойдя выпускает её руку
Он сказал: "Я был ребёнком, теперь я мужчина"
Помнишь ли ты меня? То какими все мы когда-то были? Думаешь что мы должны быть ближе?
Мы удерживали её руку холодом и религией
Показывали какого это чувствовать себя хорошо и говорили когда чувствовать себя плохо
Запуганной и обезмолвленной мы показывали ей как молится
Теперь наши чувства глубоки и холодны как глина
Развивающееся позади нас вывески и флаги
Наше возможное прошлое лежит в лохмотьях и тряпках
Some bright-eyed and crazy some frightened and lost
A warning to anyone still in command
Of their possible future to take care
In derelict sidings the poppies entwine
With cattle trucks lying in wait for the next time
Do you remember me? How we used to be?
Do you think we should be closer?
She stood in the doorway the ghost of a smile
Haunting her face like a cheap hotel sign
Her cold eyes imploring the men in their macs
For the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs
Stepping up boldly one put out his hand
He said, "I was just a child then. Now I'm only a man."
Do you remember me? How we used to be?
Do you think we should be closer?
By the cold and religious we were taken in hand
Shown how to feel good and told to feel bad
Tongue tied and terrified we learned how to pray
Now our feelings run deep and cold as the clay
And strung out behind us the banners and flags
Of our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags
Do you remember me? How we used to be?
Do you think we should be closer?
За твоей спиной они трепятся о твоём возможном прошлом
Некоторые с сумасшедшими сияющими глазами, некоторые напуганные и потерянные
Предупреждение всем тем кто ещё в команде
Заботится о их возможном будущем
На заброшенном разъезде вьются маки
Стоящий скотовоз, ждёт пока придёт его время
Помнишь ли ты меня? То какими все мы когда-то были? Думаешь что мы должны быть ближе?
Она остановилась в проходе с призрачной улыбкой
Которая загоралась на её лице, как вывеска дешёвого отеля
Её холодные, умоляющее мужчин в комиссии, глаза
За золото в их сумках или за ножи в их спинах
Один смело подойдя выпускает её руку
Он сказал: "Я был ребёнком, теперь я мужчина"
Помнишь ли ты меня? То какими все мы когда-то были? Думаешь что мы должны быть ближе?
Мы удерживали её руку холодом и религией
Показывали какого это чувствовать себя хорошо и говорили когда чувствовать себя плохо
Запуганной и обезмолвленной мы показывали ей как молится
Теперь наши чувства глубоки и холодны как глина
Развивающееся позади нас вывески и флаги
Наше возможное прошлое лежит в лохмотьях и тряпках
They flutter behind your possible pasts
Some bright-eyed and crazy some frightened and lost
A warning to anyone still in command
Of their possible future to take care
In derelict sidings the poppies entwine
With cattle trucks
Do you remember me? How we used to be?
Do you think we should be closer?
She stood in the ghost of a doorway.
Haunting her face like a cheap hotel sign
Her cold eyes imploring men in their macs
For their gold in their bags or for their knives in their backs
Stepping up boldly one put out his hand
He said, "I was just a child then." Now I'm only a man. & Quot;
Do you remember me? How we used to be?
Do you think we should be closer?
We were taken in hand
Show bad how to feel
Tongue tied and terrified we know how to pray
Now our feelings
Strung out
Of our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags
Do you remember me? How we used to be?
Do you think we should be closer?
Behind your back, they idle talk about your possible past
Some with crazy radiant eyes, some scared and lost
A warning to all those who are still on the team.
Cares about their possible future.
On an abandoned siding winding poppies
Standing cattle truck, waiting for his time to come.
Do you remember me? What we all once were? Do you think we should be closer?
She stopped in the aisle with a ghostly smile
Which lit up on her face like a signboard of a cheap hotel.
Her cold, pleading men in the commission, eyes
For gold in their bags or for knives in their backs
One boldly approaching releases her hand
He said: "I was a child, now I am a man"
Do you remember me? What we all once were? Do you think we should be closer?
We kept her hand cold and religion
Showed how it feels good and said when to feel bad
Frightened and silent, we showed her how to pray
Now our feelings are deep and cold like clay.
Signs and flags evolving behind us
Our possible past lies in rags and rags.
Some bright-eyed and crazy some frightened and lost
A warning to anyone still in command
Of their possible future to take care
In derelict sidings the poppies entwine
With cattle trucks
Do you remember me? How we used to be?
Do you think we should be closer?
She stood in the ghost of a doorway.
Haunting her face like a cheap hotel sign
Her cold eyes imploring men in their macs
For their gold in their bags or for their knives in their backs
Stepping up boldly one put out his hand
He said, "I was just a child then." Now I'm only a man. & Quot;
Do you remember me? How we used to be?
Do you think we should be closer?
We were taken in hand
Show bad how to feel
Tongue tied and terrified we know how to pray
Now our feelings
Strung out
Of our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags
Do you remember me? How we used to be?
Do you think we should be closer?
Behind your back, they idle talk about your possible past
Some with crazy radiant eyes, some scared and lost
A warning to all those who are still on the team.
Cares about their possible future.
On an abandoned siding winding poppies
Standing cattle truck, waiting for his time to come.
Do you remember me? What we all once were? Do you think we should be closer?
She stopped in the aisle with a ghostly smile
Which lit up on her face like a signboard of a cheap hotel.
Her cold, pleading men in the commission, eyes
For gold in their bags or for knives in their backs
One boldly approaching releases her hand
He said: "I was a child, now I am a man"
Do you remember me? What we all once were? Do you think we should be closer?
We kept her hand cold and religion
Showed how it feels good and said when to feel bad
Frightened and silent, we showed her how to pray
Now our feelings are deep and cold like clay.
Signs and flags evolving behind us
Our possible past lies in rags and rags.