Текст песни Marcus Collins - Seven Nation Army

I'm gonna fight 'em all.
A nation army couldn't hold me back.
They're gonna rip it off,
Taking their time right behind my back.

And I'm talking to myself at night,
Because I can't forget.
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette.
And the message coming from my eyes
Says "leave it alone".

Don't want to hear about it.
Every single one's got a story to tell.
Everyone knows about it -
From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell.

And if I catch it coming back my way,
I'm gonna serve it to you.
And that ain’t what you want to hear,
But that’s what I'll do.
And the feeling coming from my bones
Says "find a home".

I'm going to Wichita,
Far from this opera for evermore.
I'm gonna work the straw,
Make the sweat drip out of every pore.
And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding,
Right before the lord.
All the words are gonna bleed from me,
And I will sing no more,
And the stains coming from my blood,
Tell me "go back home".

Я одержу победу там, где я сражался,
Национальная армия не заберет меня с собой,
Ворует ведь там каждый, кто остался,
Я отвернусь и все случится прямо за моей спиной.

Я сам с собою говорю по вечерам,
Я не забуду, что творилось там.
По моим мыслям вдоль и поперек,
И сигаретный тянется дымок,
Если читать умеешь по глазам,
То ты поймешь: «Хочу остаться сам».

Я даже слушать не желаю,
Все эти басни наизусть я знаю,
Тут вам поведают о многом налегке:
От Королевы Англии до Цербера на поводке.

И если снова мне придется на тот путь свернуть,
Тебе я предложу вместо меня шагнуть.
Это не то, чего ты ожидал,
Проблемы не мои, я сделал что сказал.
Но чувство изнутри овладевает мной,
И говорит мне: «Возвращайся ты домой».

Я направляюсь в Уичито,
Дальше от этой суеты, где не найдет меня никто,
Маневры авиации продумать надо,
Так заработаешься, что пот льется градом,
И кровоточит, кровоточит, кровоточит,
Я перед Богом выгляжу не очень,
Слова мне открывают раны,
Я больше песни петь не стану,
И даже пятна крови говорят со мной,
Они твердят: «Иди уже домой».
Теги: Стихотворные и литературные переводы

I'm gonna fight 'em all.
A nation army couldn't hold me back.
They're gonna rip it off,
Taking their time right behind my back.

And I'm talking to myself at night,
Because I can't forget.
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette.
And the message coming from my eyes
Says "leave it alone".

Don't want to hear about it.
Every single one's got a story to tell.
Everyone knows about it -
From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell.

And if I catch it coming back my way,
I'm gonna serve it to you.
And that ain't what you want to hear,
But that's what I'll do.
And the feeling coming from my bones
Says "find a home".

I'm going to Wichita,
Far from this opera for evermore.
I'm gonna work the straw,
Make the sweat drip out of every pore.
And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding,
Right before the lord.
All the words are gonna bleed from me,
And I will sing no more,
And the stains coming from my blood,
Tell me "go back home".

I 'll win where I fought ,
National Army does not take me with you,
Stealing because there anyone who remained ,
I turn my back and everything will happen right behind me.

I 'm talking to himself in the evenings,
I will not forget what happened there.
My thoughts on the length and breadth
And cigarette smoke stretches ,
If you know how to read the eyes ,
Then you realize : " I ​​want to stay myself."

I do not want to even listen to ,
All these fables by heart I know
Then you will tell a lot light :
From the Queen of England to Cerberus on a leash.

And again if I have to turn to the path ,
I would suggest you take a step for me .
It's not what you expect
Not my problem , I did what I said.
But the feeling coming over me from the inside ,
And he said to me : "Come you home."

I'm heading to Wichita ,
Farther away from the fuss , where no one will find me ,
Aviation maneuvers think it is necessary,
So earn that sweat pouring hail
And bleed , bleed , bleed ,
I look to God not much
Words I open wounds
I will sing the song will not,
And even bloodstains talk to me ,
They assert : "Go home already ."
Tags : Poetic and literary translations