Lyrics Sonne Hagal - The Hawk
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William Henry Davies The Hawk
Thou dost not fly, thou art not perched,
The air is all around:
What is it that can keep thee set,
From falling to the ground?
The concentration of thy mind
Supports thee in the air;
As thou dost watch the small young birgs,
With such a deadly care.
My mind has such a hawk as thou,
It is an evil mood;
It comes when there's no cause for grief,
And on my joys doth brood.
Then do I see my life in parts;
The earth receives my bones,
The common air absorbs my mind -
It knows not flowers from stones
Уильям Генри Дэвис Сокол.
Ты не летишь, ты без опоры:
ты в воздухе висишь.
Внизу дороги и озера.
Ты выше сельских крыш.
Сосредоточивши мышленье,
умеешь ты достичь
свободы в дерзностном паренье
и выбираешь дичь.
В моем мозгу подобный сокол -
мой дьявольский настрой.
Твердит, хоть нет на то намека,
что смерть не за горой.
Сначала распрощусь с рассудком.
Костям окажут честь -
схоронят. Жаль, что незабудкам
на камне не зацвесть.
Thou dost not fly, thou art not perched,
The air is all around:
What is it that can keep thee set,
From falling to the ground?
The concentration of thy mind
Supports thee in the air;
As thou dost watch the small young birgs,
With such a deadly care.
My mind has such a hawk as thou,
It is an evil mood;
It comes when there's no cause for grief,
And on my joys doth brood.
Then do I see my life in parts;
The earth receives my bones,
The common air absorbs my mind -
It knows not flowers from stones
Уильям Генри Дэвис Сокол.
Ты не летишь, ты без опоры:
ты в воздухе висишь.
Внизу дороги и озера.
Ты выше сельских крыш.
Сосредоточивши мышленье,
умеешь ты достичь
свободы в дерзностном паренье
и выбираешь дичь.
В моем мозгу подобный сокол -
мой дьявольский настрой.
Твердит, хоть нет на то намека,
что смерть не за горой.
Сначала распрощусь с рассудком.
Костям окажут честь -
схоронят. Жаль, что незабудкам
на камне не зацвесть.
William Henry Davies The Hawk
Thou Dost Not Fly, Thou Art Not Perched,
The Air IS All Around:
What is it that can Keep thee set
From Falling To the Ground?
THE CONCENTRATION OF THY MIND
Supports thee in the air;
AS Thou Dost Watch The Small Young Birgs,
With such a Deadly Care.
My Mind Has Such A Hawk As Thou,
IT IS An Evil Mood;
IT COMES WHEN THERE'S NO CAUSE FOR GRIEF,
And on My Joys Doth Brood.
Then Do I See My Life in Parts;
The Earth Receives My Bones,
The Common Air Absorbs My Mind -
IT KNOWS NOT FLOWERS FROM STONES
William Henry Davis Sokol.
You are not flying, you are without support:
You hang in the air.
At the bottom of the road and lakes.
You are higher than rural roofs.
Concentrating mouse
You can achieve
Freedom in a deer career
And choose game.
In my brain, such a falcon -
My devilish mood.
He says, although there is no hint,
That death is not behind the mountain.
First silent with the mind.
Kostov will be honored -
Skheleton. Sorry for forget-me-not
On the stone is not a frivol.
Thou Dost Not Fly, Thou Art Not Perched,
The Air IS All Around:
What is it that can Keep thee set
From Falling To the Ground?
THE CONCENTRATION OF THY MIND
Supports thee in the air;
AS Thou Dost Watch The Small Young Birgs,
With such a Deadly Care.
My Mind Has Such A Hawk As Thou,
IT IS An Evil Mood;
IT COMES WHEN THERE'S NO CAUSE FOR GRIEF,
And on My Joys Doth Brood.
Then Do I See My Life in Parts;
The Earth Receives My Bones,
The Common Air Absorbs My Mind -
IT KNOWS NOT FLOWERS FROM STONES
William Henry Davis Sokol.
You are not flying, you are without support:
You hang in the air.
At the bottom of the road and lakes.
You are higher than rural roofs.
Concentrating mouse
You can achieve
Freedom in a deer career
And choose game.
In my brain, such a falcon -
My devilish mood.
He says, although there is no hint,
That death is not behind the mountain.
First silent with the mind.
Kostov will be honored -
Skheleton. Sorry for forget-me-not
On the stone is not a frivol.