Вы говорите, что этот холм слишком крутой, чтобы на него подняться,
(Попытайся!)
Вы говорите, что хотели бы посмотреть на мою попытку,
(Поднимись!)
Укажите место, а я выберу время,
И я поднимусь
На холм так, как смогу.
Подождите немного, и в нужный день,
Поднявшись выше деревьев и облаков,
Я посмотрю вниз и услышу то, что вы сегодня сказали....
Идиот бесстрашно посмотрел на толпу и улыбнулся...
Ничего не ожидая, судья хмурится и топчется на месте.
Я знаю дурака, который носит корону:
Спускайся так, как сможешь.
Каждый день - подходящий для этого день.
Поднявшись выше страха на хмурых лицах,
Ты смотришь вниз,
Слыша возгласы лиц в толпе....
You say the hill's too steep to climb, climbing
You say you'd like to see me try, climbing
You pick the place and I'll choose the time
And I'll climb the hill in my own way
Just wait a while for the right day
And as I rise above the tree-line and the clouds
I look down hearing the sound
of the things you've said today
Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling
Merciless the magistrate turns around, frowning
And who's the fool who wears the crown
No doubt in your own way
And every day is the right day
And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow
You look down hear the sound of the faces in the crowd
You say this hill is too steep to climb,
(Try!)
You say you would like to see me try,
(Get up!)
Indicate the place and I will choose the time
And I will rise
Up the hill as best I can.
Wait a little, and on the right day,
Climbing above trees and clouds
I will look down and hear what you said today ....
The idiot looked fearlessly at the crowd and smiled ...
Without expecting anything, the judge frowns and stamps on the spot.
I know the fool who wears the crown:
Get down as best you can.
Every day is a good day.
Rising above fear in sullen faces
You look down
Hearing the exclamations of faces in the crowd ...
You say the hill's too steep to climb, climbing
You say you'd like to see me try, climbing
You pick the place and I'll choose the time
And I'll climb the hill in my own way
Just wait a while for the right day
And as I rise above the tree-line and the clouds
I look down hearing the sound
of the things you've said today
Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling
Merciless the magistrate turns around, frowning
And who's the fool who wears the crown
No doubt in your own way
And every day is the right day
And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow
You look down hear the sound of the faces in the crowd
