Текст песни Sparks - When Do I Get To Sing 1994

No, no use in lecturing them, or in threatening them
They will just say "who are you"
Is that a question or not, and you see that the plot
Is predictable, not new
But you're still stunned at the things you will do

Нет, бесполезно читать им нотации или угрожать им
Они просто спросят "Да кто ты такой?"
Не важно проблема это или нет, тебе лишь понятно, что (этот) сценарий
Совершенно предсказуем, в нем нет ничего нового
Но ты все равно ошеломлен тем, что тебе предстоит

No, no use in taking their time or in wasting two dimes
On a call to God knows who
When all you feel is the rain and it's hard to be vain
When no person looks at you
So just be gracious and wait in the queue

Нет, бесполезно отнимать у них время или тратить монеты
Чтобы позвонить черт знает кому
В моей душе идут дожди и так непросто быть тщеславным
Когда на тебя никто не обращает внимания
Так что будь любезен жди в общей очереди

So when do I get to sing ‘My Way'
When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt
When do I get to sing ‘My Way'
In heaven or hell
When do I get to do it my way
When do I get to feel like Sid Vicious felt
When do I get to sing ‘My Way'
In heaven or hell

Когда же я спою "По-моему"?
Когда же я почувствую то, что чувствовал Синатра
Когда же я спою "По-моему"
В раю или в аду
Когда же я спою "По-моему"?
Когда же я почувствую то, что чувствовал Сид Вишез
Когда же я спою "По-моему"
В раю или в аду

Yes, it's a tradition they say, like a bright Christmas Day
And traditions must go on
And though I say, yes I see, no I really don't see
Is my smiley face still on?
Sign your name with an X, mow the lawn

Да, они уверяют, что это традиция, такая как яркий рождественский денек
И традиции нужно продолжать
И хотя я сказал, что вижу, на самом деле не вижу,
Моя улыбающаяся физиономия еще в кадре или нет?
Подпишись крестиком, скоси газон

So when do I get to sing ‘My Way'
When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt
When do I get to sing ‘My Way'
In heaven or hell
When do I get to do it my way
When do I get to feel like Sid Vicious felt
When do I get to sing ‘My Way'
In heaven or hell

Когда же я спою "По-моему"?
Когда же я почувствую то, что чувствовал Синатра
Когда же я спою "По-моему"
В раю или в аду
Когда же я спою "По-моему"?
Когда же я почувствую то, что чувствовал Сид Вишез
Когда же я спою "По-моему"
В раю или в аду

They'll introduce me, ‘Hello, hello'
Women seduce me and champagne flows
Then the lights go low
There's only one song I know

Они представят меня, "Привет, привет"
Женщины будут соблазнять меня, а шампанское будет литься рекой
Затем свет медленно погаснет
Я знаю только одну песню

There, this home which once was serene, now is home to the screams
and to flying plates and shoes
But I have no souvenirs of these crackerjack years
Not a moment I could choose
And not one offer that I could refuse

Этот дом, который некогда был самим спокойствием, теперь в нем правят крики
Брошенные в ссоре тарелки и ботинки
Но я стер воспоминания об этих ужасных годах
Нет ни одного запечатленного мгновенья
И никто мне не предлагает мне ничего, чтобы я мог отказаться

So when do I get to sing ‘My Way'
When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt
When do I get to sing ‘My Way'
In heaven or hell
When do I get to do it my way
When do I get to feel like Sid Vicious felt
When do I get to sing ‘My Way'
In heaven or hell

Когда же я спою "По-моему"?
Когда же я почувствую то, что чувствовал Синатра
Когда же я спою "По-моему"
В раю или в аду
Когда же я спою "По-моему"?
Когда же я почувствую то, что чувствовал Сид Вишез
Когда же я спою "По-моему"

No Use in Lecturing Them, OR in Threatening Them
THEY WILL JUST SAY "WHO ARE YOU"
Is That A Question OR NOT, and You See That The Pot
IS PREDICTABLE, NOT NEW
But You're Stull Stunned at the Things You Will Do

No, it is useless to read the notation to them or threaten them
They just ask "Yes, who are you?"
It does not matter whether this problem is or not, you only understand what (this) scenario
Completely predictable, there is nothing new in it
But you are still stunned by what you have to

No Use in Taking their Time or in Wasting Two Dimes
ON Call to God Knows Who
WHEN ALL YOU FEEL IS THE RAIN AND IT'S HARD TO BE VAIN
WHEN NO PERSON LOOKS AT YOU
SO Just Be Gracious and Wait in the Queue

No, it is useless to take time from them or spend coins
To call damns know who
In my soul there are rain and so it is not easy to be vain
When no one pays attention to you
So be lovely wait in the general queue

SO WHEN DO I Get to Sing 'My Way'
WHEN DO I GET TO FEL LIKE SINATRA FELT
WHEN DO I GET TO SING 'MY WAY'
In Heaven or Hell
WHEN DO I GET TO DO IT MY WAY
WHEN DO I GET TO FEEL LIKE SID VICIOUS FELT
WHEN DO I GET TO SING 'MY WAY'
In Heaven or Hell

When will I sing "in my opinion"?
When I feel what Sinatra felt
When I sing "in my opinion"
In paradise or in hell
When will I sing "in my opinion"?
When I feel what LED Vishese felt
When I sing "in my opinion"
In paradise or in hell

Yes, It's a Tradition They Say, Like A Bright Christmas Day
AND TRADITIONS MUST GO ON
And Though I Say, Yes SEE, No I Really DON'T SEE
Is My Smiley Face Still ON?
Sign Your Name With An X, MOW THE LAWN

Yes, they assure that this is a tradition, such as a bright christmas day
And traditions need to continue
And although I said that I see, I really don't see,
My smiling physiognomy is still in the frame or not?
Subscribe a cross, ski lawn

SO WHEN DO I Get to Sing 'My Way'
WHEN DO I GET TO FEL LIKE SINATRA FELT
WHEN DO I GET TO SING 'MY WAY'
In Heaven or Hell
WHEN DO I GET TO DO IT MY WAY
WHEN DO I GET TO FEEL LIKE SID VICIOUS FELT
WHEN DO I GET TO SING 'MY WAY'
In Heaven or Hell

When will I sing "in my opinion"?
When I feel what Sinatra felt
When I sing "in my opinion"
In paradise or in hell
When will I sing "in my opinion"?
When I feel what LED Vishese felt
When I sing "in my opinion"
In paradise or in hell

THEY'LL INTRODUCE ME, 'Hello, Hello'
Women Seduce Me and Champagne Flows
THEN THE LIGHTS GO LOW
There's Only One Song I Know

They will present me, "Hi, hello"
Women will seduce me, and champagne will pour the river
Then the light will slowly go out
I only know one song

There, This Home Which Once Was Serene, Now Is Home To the Screams
And to Flying Plates and Shoes
But i Have No Souvenirs of These Crackerjack Years
NOT A MOMENT I COULD CHOOSE
AND NOT One Offer That I Could Refuse

This house, which once was the calm himself, now in it cries
Abandoned plates and boots
But I erased the memories of these terrible years.
There is not a single captured instant
And no one suggests me anything so I can refuse

SO WHEN DO I Get to Sing 'My Way'
WHEN DO I GET TO FEL LIKE SINATRA FELT
WHEN DO I GET TO SING 'MY WAY'
In Heaven or Hell
WHEN DO I GET TO DO IT MY WAY
WHEN DO I GET TO FEEL LIKE SID VICIOUS FELT
WHEN DO I GET TO SING 'MY WAY'
In Heaven or Hell

When will I sing "in my opinion"?
When I feel what Sinatra felt
When I sing "in my opinion"
In paradise or in hell
When will I sing "in my opinion"?
When I feel what LED Vishese felt
When I sing "in my opinion"