Текст песни Nightwish - The Greatest Show On Earth

Archeon horizon
At first sunrise
Out of pristine [?]
I am "modus perfectum" [?]
Somewhere they're
Lost, sleeping [?]

"After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn't it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it?"

The cosmic law of gravity
Pulled the newborns around a fire
A callous (careless?) cold infinity
In every vast direction

Lonely farer (Lone wayfarer/Lonely pharaoh?) in the Goldilocks zone
She has a tale to tell
From the stellar nursery into a carbon feast
Enter LUCA

The tapestry of chemistry
There is a writing in the garden
Leading us to the mother of all

We are one
We are a universe
Forebears of what will be scions of the Devonian sea

Eons pass writing the tale of us all
The day-to-day new opening
For the greatest show on Earth

Iron (ion?) shadows
Welcoming the outside world to the stuff of stars [?]
Bearing the tree of a biological holy
Enter life

The tapestry of chemistry
There is a writing in the garden
Leading us to the mother of all

We are one
We are a universe
Forebears of what will be scions of the Devonian sea

Eons pass writing the tale of us all
The day-to-day new opening
For the greatest show on Earth

We are here to care for the garden
The wonder of, birth of, every form most beautiful
Every form most beautiful

We are one
We are a universe
Forebears in what will be scions of the Devonian sea

Eons pass writing the tale of us all
The day-to-day new opening
For the greatest show on Earth

After a billion years
The show is still here
Not a single one of your faunas died young
The handy travelers out of Africa
Little Lucy on the Afar

Gave birth to fantasy
To idolatry
To self-destructive weaponry/waggery/venery [?]
Enter the ... [?]
Deep within the past
Atavistic trail of the hunter

Enter Ionia
The cradle of thought
The architecture of understanding
The human lust to feel so exceptional
To rule the Earth

Hunting for shiny rocks
For giant mushroom clouds
The will to do what should be done, but
Enter history
The grand finale
Enter ... [?]

Man, he took his time in the sun
Had a dream to understand
The single grain of sand
He gave birth to poetry
But one day'll cease to be
Greet the last light of the memory

Man, he took his time in the sun
Had a dream to understand
The single grain of sand
He gave birth to poetry
But one day'll cease to be
Greet the last light of the memory

Man, he took his time in the sun
Had a dream to understand
The single grain of sand
He gave birth to poetry
But one day'll cease to be
Greet the last light of the memory

We were here
We were here
We were here
We were here

"We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Sahara. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of those stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here. We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred?"

"There is grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers, having been originally breathed into a few forms or into one; and that whilst this planet has gone cycling on according to the fixed law of gravity, from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being, evolved."

I. 4.6

Архейский горизонт,
Первый восход
На первоначальной Земле.
Идеальное произведение.
Где-то там мы еще спим.

«После сна длиной в сто миллионов веков мы наконец-то открыли глаза на роскошной планете, сверкающей яркими цветами, изобилующей жизнью. Через несколько десятилетий мы должны снова закрыть глаза. Не правда ли, это благородный, просвещённый способ провести наш короткий срок под солнцем – пытаться понять Вселенную и то, как мы в ней очутились?

II. Жизнь

Мощный закон гравитации
Собрал новорожденных вокруг огня.
Беспечная, холодная бесконечность в каждом огромном направлении.
Одинокая странница в «зоне Златовласки» -
Ей есть что рассказать.
От звёздных яслей до углеродного пира.
Войди Luca

Гобелен химии,
В саду – надпись,
Которая ведёт нас к общей матери.

Мы – одно.
Мы – Вселенная,
Прародители будущего,
Отпрыски девонского моря.
Эры проходят,
Рассказывая историю всех нас,
Повседневное новое начало
Самого грандиозного шоу на Земле.

Ионные каналы приветствуют внешний мир
Перед звёздной материей,
Сажая биологически священное дерево.
Войди в жизнь!

Мы здесь, чтобы ухаживать за садом,
Чудом рождения,
Каждой самой прекрасной формы.

[припев]

Мы здесь, чтобы ухаживать за садом,
Чудом рождения,
Каждой самой прекрасной формы.

[припев]

III. Инструментальщик

Через миллиард лет
Шоу продолжается.
Ни один из твоих отцов не умер молодым.
Ловкие путешественники
Из Африки.
[Маленькая Люси издалека].

Породи фантазию,
Идолопоклонство,
Саморазрушительное вооружение.
Впусти бога пропастей
Глубоко в прошлое.
Атавистический страх затравленных.

Войди в Ионию, колыбель мысли,
Архитектуру понимания
Человеческой страсти чувствовать себя настолько исключительным,
Чтобы править землёй.

Жажда сияющих скал,
Огромных облаков-грибов,
Стремление поступить так, как поступили бы с тобой.
Войди в историю, в её великий финал,
Войди, порождение крыс.

Человек провёл своё время под солнцем,
Мечтал понять
Маленькую песчинку.
Он породил поэзию,
Но однажды это всё прекратится.
Встречай последнюю ночь библиотеки.

[Человек… х2]

Мы были здесь!
Мы были здесь!
Мы были здесь!
Мы были здесь!

IV. Понимание.

Мы умрём, и поэтому мы везунчики. Большая часть людей никогда не умрёт, потому что они никогда не родятся. Число людей, которые могли бы быть на моём месте, но никогда не увидят свет дня, превышает количество песчинок в Аравии. Конечно, среди этих не рождённых призраков более великие поэты, чем Китс, более великие учёные, чем Ньютон. Мы знаем это, потому что количество людей, которое возможно в соответствии с нашим ДНК, настолько превышает реальное количество людей. В тисках этого обезоруживающего перевеса именно мы с вами существуем. Мы, привилегированное меньшинство, которое выиграло лотерею рождения, несмотря ни на что, как смеем мы жаловаться на наше неизбежное возвращение к тому

Somewhere we are still sleeping.

“After a dream of a hundred million centuries, we finally opened our eyes to a magnificent planet, sparkling with bright colors, teeming with life. After a few decades, we must close our eyes again. Isn’t it, this is a noble, enlightened way to spend our short time under the sun - to try to understand the Universe and how we found ourselves in it?

II. A life

The powerful law of gravity
Gathered newborns around the fire.
Careless, cold infinity in every enormous direction.
A lone wanderer in the Goldilocks Zone -
She has a story to tell.
From star nurseries to carbon feasts.
Log in Luca

Chemistry tapestry,
In the garden - an inscription,
Which leads us to a common mother.

We are one.
We are the universe
The progenitors of the future,
Sons of the Devonian Sea.
Era pass
Telling the story of us all
Everyday new beginning
The most grandiose show on Earth.

Ion channels greet the outside world
Before stellar matter
Planting a biologically sacred tree.
Enter life!

We are here to care for the garden,
Miracle of birth
Every beautiful shape.

[chorus]

We are here to care for the garden,
Miracle of birth
Every beautiful shape.

[chorus]

III. Toolmaker

In a billion years
The show goes on.
None of your fathers died young.
Artful travelers
From Africa.
[Little Lucy from afar].

Make a fantasy
Idolatry,
Self-destructive weapons.
Let the god of the abyss
Deep into the past.
Atavistic fear of the hunted.

Enter Ionia, the cradle of thought
Understanding architecture
Human passion feel so exceptional
To rule the earth.

Thirst for shining rocks
Huge mushroom clouds
The desire to do what you would do.
Enter history, its great finale,
Come in, spawn rats.

Man spent his time under the sun
Dreamed to understand
A little grain of sand.
He spawned poetry,
But one day it will all stop.
Meet the last night of the library.

[Man ... x2]

We were here!
We were here!
We were here!
We were here!

IV. Understanding.

We will die, and therefore we are lucky. Most people will never die, because they will never be born. The number of people who could be in my place, but never see the light of day, exceeds the number of grains of sand in Arabia. Of course, among these unborn ghosts, there are more great poets than Keats, more great scientists than Newton. We know this because the number of people that is possible according to our DNA is so much larger than the actual number of people. In the grip of this disarming advantage, it is we who exist. We, the privileged minority who won the birth lottery, no matter what, how dare we complain about our inevitable return to that