Wish You Were Here
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
Как жаль, что тебя здесь нет
Так ты думаешь, что не спутаешь
Ад с Раем?
Небеса с болью?
Отличишь ли ты зелень травы
От свинцовой серости дождя?
Улыбку от маски?
Думаешь, отличишь?
Неужели тебя убедили подменить
Твоих героев призраками?
Горящими угольями деревья?
Жаром прохладный бриз?
Пошлым комфортом жажду перемен?
Неужели ты сменила
Тропу войны
На роль вожака в клетке?
Как бы мне хотелось, как бы мне хотелось,
чтобы ты была здесь.
Мы просто две заблудшие души,
Барахтающиеся в грязной луже
Год за годом.
Мы бегаем по кругу.
Что мы обрели?
Только наши старые страхи.
Как же хочется чтобы ты была здесь...
Wish You WERE HERE
SO, So You Think You CAN Tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue Skies from Pain.
Can You Tell A Green Field
From a Cold Steel Rail?
A SMILE FROM A VEIL?
Do You Think You CAN Tell?
And Did The Get You to Trade
Your Heroes for Ghosts?
Hot Ashes for Trees?
Hot Air for a Cool Breeze?
Cold Comfort for Change?
And Did You Exchange
A Walk On Part in the War
For a LEAD ROLE IN A CAGE?
How I Wish, How I Wish You Were Here Here.
WE'RE JUST TWO LOST SOULS
Swimming in a Fish Bowl,
Year after year,
Running Over The Same Old Ground.
What Have We Found?
The Same Old Fears.
Wish You Were Here.
What a pity that you are not here
So you think they do not confuse
Hell with paradise?
Heaven with pain?
Do you distinguish the green grass
From lead gray rain?
Smile from the mask?
Think, distinguish?
Really convinced you to change
Your heroes ghosts?
By burning coal trees?
Fair cool breeze?
Vigid comfort thirst for change?
Are you replaced
Trop of war
On the role of a leader in a cage?
I wish I wanted, I wanted,
So that you were here.
We are just two labry souls,
Dirty
Year after year.
We run in a circle.
What have we found?
Only our old fears.
How would you like to be here ...
