Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man
It surely means that I don't know
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Carry on...
Перевод:
Так держать, мой блудный сын
В конце пути тебя ждет покой
Склони усталую голову
И не плачь больше
Я поднялся над шумом и суетой
Бросил взгляд поверх мира иллюзий
Хотел забраться еще выше
Но взлетел слишком высоко
Притворялся разумным человеком
Хотел обмануть весь мир
Но если назову себя мудрецом
Значит, я просто ничего не понял
Так держать, мой блудный сын
В конце пути тебя ждет покой
Склони усталую голову
И не плачь больше
Так держать...
CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON
There'll Be Peace WHEN YOU ARE DONE
Lay Your Weary Head to Rest
Don't You Cry No More
Once I Rose Above The Noise and Confusion
Just to Get A Glimpse Beyond This Illusion
I WAS SOARING EVER HIGHER
But I Flew Too High
Masquerading AS A MAN WITH A REASON
My Charade Is The Event of The Season
And IF I Claim to Be a Wise Man
IT Surely Means That I DON'T KNOW
CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON
There'll Be Peace WHEN YOU ARE DONE
Lay Your Weary Head to Rest
Don't You Cry No More
Carry On ...
Translation:
Keep it my prodigal son
At the end of the way you are waiting for peace
Sloni tired head
And do not cry more
I rose above the noise and fuss
Glanced over the world of illusions
Wanted to get even higher
But soared too high
Pretended by a reasonable person
Wanted to deceive the whole world
But if you call yourself a sage
So I just did not understand anything
Keep it my prodigal son
At the end of the way you are waiting for peace
Sloni tired head
And do not cry more
Keep it up...
