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  • Текст песни S t i n g - The Book Of My Life

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    Книга моей жизни

    Позволь мне посмотреть на огонь и вспомнить свои дни...
    И, быть может, это трюк света от огня,
    Но трепещущие страницы, что беспокоят мой взор, —
    И есть та книга, что я боюсь писать...

    Это книга моих дней, это книга моей жизни,
    И она порезана так же, как фрукт о лезвие ножа.
    В ней можно прочесть обо всем по мере того, как раскрываются новые главы...
    В каждой жизни есть свои сожаления...

    Если она читается, как загадка, как запутанный лабиринт,
    То мне ее не понять до конца моих дней.
    Я все же силюсь вспомнить,
    Вспомнить слова своей жизни...

    Среди них обещания, что были нарушены или исполнены,
    Гневные слова, что были сказаны, когда мне хотелось заплакать.
    А вот глава секретов и слов откровений.
    Если я потеряю все, что имею,
    То вот глава о потерях и дух, что не умрет.
    А вот глава о любви, где чернила не высыхают...
    Здесь же и предложения, заточенные в тюрьму, что я построил из лжи...

    И хотя страницы пронумерованы,
    Я не вижу, к чему они ведут,
    Ведь конец — это тайна, что не прочесть никому
    В книге моей жизни...

    В ней есть глава об отцах, глава о сыновьях,
    Страницы о конфликтах, в которых не выиграл никто
    И битвы, что ты проиграла и твое горькое поражение...
    А вот страница, где мы так и не встретились...

    В ней есть рассказы о счастливом случае, что нельзя спланировать,
    А еще глава о Боге, которую я не понимаю,
    И обещание Рая и Ада, но я буду проклят, если туда загляну...

    И хотя страницы пронумерованы,
    Я не вижу, к чему они ведут,
    Ведь конец — это тайна, что не прочесть никому
    В книге моей жизни...

    Но вновь загораются огни дня,
    И если одно предложение верно,
    То все эти страницы сгорят,
    И не останется ничего, кроме тебя...

    И хотя страницы пронумерованы,
    Я не вижу, к чему они ведут,
    Ведь конец — это тайна, что не прочесть никому
    В книге моей жизни...

    The book of my life

    Let me watch by the fire and remember my days
    And it may be a trick of the firelight
    But the flickering pages that trouble my sight
    Is a book I'm afraid to write

    It's the book of my days, it's the book of my life
    And it's cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife
    And it's all there to see as the section reveals
    There's some sorrow in every life

    If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze
    Then I won't understand 'til the end of my days
    I'm still forced to remember,
    Remember the words of my life

    There are promises broken and promises kept
    Angry words that were spoken, when I should have wept
    There's a chapter of secrets, and words to confess
    If I lose everything that I possess
    There's a chapter on loss and a ghost who won't die
    There's a chapter on love where the ink's never dry
    There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies

    Though the pages are numbered
    I can't see where they lead
    For the end is a mystery no one can read
    In the book of my life

    There's a chapter on fathers a chapter on sons
    There are pages of conflicts that nobody won
    And the battles you lost and your bitter defeat
    There's a page where we fail to meet

    There are tales of good fortune that couldn't be planned
    There's a chapter on God that I don't understand
    There's a promise of Heaven and Hell but I'm damned if I see

    Though the pages are numbered
    I can't see where they lead
    For the end is a mystery no one can read
    In the book of my life

    Now the daylight's returning
    And if one sentence is true
    All these pages are burning
    And all that's left is you

    Though the pages are numbered
    I can't see where they lead
    For the end is a mystery no one can read
    In the book of my life

    Book of my life

    Let me look at the fire and remember my days ...
    And maybe it's a trick of light from fire,
    But the fluttering pages that trouble my gaze -
    And there is that book that I am afraid to write ...

    This is the book of my days, this is the book of my life
    And it is cut like a fruit on a knife blade.
    You can read about everything in it as new chapters unfold ...
    Every life has its regrets ...

    If it reads like a riddle, like a tangled maze,
    I won't understand her until the end of my days.
    I still try to remember
    Remember the words of your life ...

    Among them are promises that have been broken or fulfilled,
    Angry words that were said when I wanted to cry.
    And here is the chapter of secrets and words of revelation.
    If I lose everything I have
    Then here is the chapter on losses and the spirit that will not die.
    And here is the chapter on love, where the ink doesn't dry ...
    Here are the sentences imprisoned that I built from lies ...

    And although the pages are numbered
    I can't see where they lead
    After all, the end is a mystery that no one can read
    In the book of my life ...

    It has a chapter on fathers, a chapter on sons,
    Pages about conflicts in which no one won
    And the battles that you lost and your bitter defeat ...
    And here is the page where we never met ...

    It has stories of a lucky break that can't be planned
    And also a chapter about God that I don't understand,
    And the promise of Heaven and Hell, but I'll be damned if I look there ...

    And although the pages are numbered
    I can't see where they lead
    After all, the end is a mystery that no one can read
    In the book of my life ...

    But the lights of the day come on again
    And if one sentence is true,
    Then all these pages will burn
    And there will be nothing left but you ...

    And although the pages are numbered
    I can't see where they lead
    After all, the end is a mystery that no one can read
    In the book of my life ...

    The book of my life

    Let me watch by the fire and remember my days
    And it may be a trick of the firelight
    But the flickering pages that trouble my sight
    Is a book I'm afraid to write

    It's the book of my days, it's the book of my life
    And it's cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife
    And it's all there to see as the section reveals
    There's some sorrow in every life

    If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze
    Then I won't understand 'til the end of my days
    I'm still forced to remember,
    Remember the words of my life

    There are promises broken and promises kept
    Angry words that were spoken, when I should have wept
    There's a chapter of secrets, and words to confess
    If I lose everything that I possess
    There's a chapter on loss and a ghost who won't die
    There's a chapter on love where the ink's never dry
    There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies

    Though the pages are numbered
    I can't see where they lead
    For the end is a mystery no one can read
    In the book of my life

    There's a chapter on fathers a chapter on sons
    There are pages of conflicts that nobody won
    And the battles you lost and your bitter defeat
    There's a page where we fail to meet

    There are tales of good fortune that couldn't be planned
    There's a chapter on God that I don't understand
    There's a promise of Heaven and Hell but I'm damned if I see

    Though the pages are numbered
    I can't see where they lead
    For the end is a mystery no one can read
    In the book of my life

    Now the daylight's returning
    And if one sentence is true
    All these pages are burning
    And all that's left is you

    Though the pages are numbered
    I can't see where they lead
    For the end is a mystery no one can read
    In the book of my life

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