There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to shame
He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came
And still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.
А вот и перевод песни, которую пела Сюзан Бойл:
Да, были времена, когда добры мужчины были,
Их голоса были мягки, и их слова как приглашения звучали.
Тогда любовь была слепа и мир был песней,
А песня та была столь увлекательна...
Да, были времена, лишь после всё пошло не так.
Мне снился сон о времени прошедшем,
Когда надежда так была сильна, а жизнь - ценна.
Любовь мне снилась, что вовек не умирает,
И Бог мне снился, Бог что всех прощает.
И я была так молода тогда и не боялась.
А сны что были, - те ушли напрасно.
Но не осталось неоплаченного долга,
Неспетой песни и незаглаженной вины.
И тигры ночью той в мой славный дом пришли
Я помню голоса их - бархатный тот гром.
И выкрали они твою надежду
И превратили в стыд твой сон.
Он летом спал на стороне моей,
И дни заполнил бесконечным чудом.
Но детство он унес души твоей
И растворился он с осенним смогом.
Пока я сплю, приходит он ко мне
И снится: вместе мы живем годами,
Но те мечты - остались лишь во сне,
Как штормы те, что не унять нам с вами.
И снилось мне, что жизнь моя,
Похожая на ад, где я живу,
Вдруг резко поменяется... увы...
Но жизнь убила сон мой наяву.
There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to shame
He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came
And still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.
And here is the translation of the song , sung by Susan Boyle :
Yes, there were times when men were kind ,
Their voices were soft and their words sounded like an invitation .
Then love was blind and the world was a song
And that song was so exciting ...
Yes , there were times , only after it all went wrong .
I had a dream about last time ,
When hope was so strong , and life - is valuable .
I dreamed of love that shall never die ,
And I dreamed of God , that God forgives all .
And I was so young then and was not afraid .
And the dreams that were - those were gone in vain.
But remained unpaid debt
Unsung songs and nezaglazhennoy guilt.
And the Tigers that night in my nice home came
I remember their voices - that velvet thunder .
And they stole your hope
And shame turned into your dream .
He slept on the summer side of my ,
And days filled with endless wonder.
But childhood he took your soul
And he disappeared with the fall of smog .
While I sleep, he comes to me
And the dream : we live together for years,
But those dreams - there were only a dream ,
Storms as those that do not appease us with you.
And I dreamed that my life ,
Similar to hell, where I live ,
Suddenly will change ... alas ...
But life has killed the dream my reality.
