Spent my days with a woman unkind, Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine.
Made up my mind to make a new start, Going To California with an aching in my heart.
Someone told me there's a girl out there with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair.
Took my chances on a big jet plane, never let them tell you that they're all the same.
The sea was red and the sky was grey, wondered how tomorrow could ever follow today.
The mountains and the canyons started to tremble and shake
as the children of the sun began to awake.
Seems that the wrath of the Gods
Got a punch on the nose and it started to flow;
I think I might be sinking.
Throw me a line if I reach it in time
I'll meet you up there where the path
Runs straight and high.
To find a queen without a king,
They say she plays guitar and cries and sings... la la la
Ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn
Tryin' to find a woman who's never, never, never been born.
Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams,
Telling myself it's not as hard, hard, hard as it seems.
Проведя столько лет с женщиной, которая меня не любила,
Выкурил всю траву, выпил все вино,
Решился начать жизнь сначала,
Отправился в Калифорнию, унося боль в моем сердце.
Говорят, что там есть девушка
С любящими глазами и цветами в волосах.
Отправился в путь без оглядки, сел в огромный самолет.
Не верь тем, кто говорит, будто все везде - одно и то же.
Море окрасилось красным, небеса скрылись за облаками,
Удивлялся: "могло ли вообще настать завтра?!"
Горы и ущелья задрожали и закачались* -
Это дети солнца пробудились от сна.
Словно Боги разгневались, получив в нос
И затем полило с неба…
Мне показалось, что я утону!
Бросьте мне трос; если я сумею выбраться,
Встретимся в горах, на дороге,
Что ведет прямо вверх...
Чтобы найти Королеву без Короля:
Говорят, будто она играет на гитаре, плачет и поет - ла, ла, ла...
Верхом на белой лошади - к истокам рассвета,
В попытках найти женщину, которая никогда, никогда, никогда не рождалась на свет.
Стоя на вершине в горах моей мечты,
Говорю себе, что все не так уж сложно, сложно, сложно, как кажется.
ммм...
*Прим. переводчика - в песне отразились воспоминания о калифорнийском землетрясении 1971 года, застигшем группу в Лос-Анпжелесе. Spent my days with a woman unkind, Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine.
Made up my mind to make a new start, Going To California with an aching in my heart.
Someone told me there's a girl out there with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair.
Took my chances on a big jet plane, never let them tell you that they're all the same.
The sea was red and the sky was grey, wondered how tomorrow could ever follow today.
The mountains and the canyons started to tremble and shake
as the children of the sun began to awake.
Seems that the wrath of the Gods
Got a punch on the nose and it started to flow;
I think I might be sinking.
Throw me a line if I reach it in time
I'll meet you up there where the path
Runs straight and high.
To find a queen without a king,
They say she plays guitar and cries and sings ... la la la
Ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn
Tryin 'to find a woman who's never, never, never been born.
Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams,
Telling myself it's not as hard, hard, hard as it seems.
After spending so many years with a woman who did not love me,
Smoked all the grass, drank all the wine,
I decided to start life all over again,
I went to California, taking the pain in my heart.
It is said that there is a girl
With loving eyes and flowers in her hair.
Hit the road without looking, I got into a huge aircraft.
Do not believe those who say that all everywhere - the same thing.
The sea painted red, sky disappeared behind the clouds,
Wondered: & quot; could it all come to pass tomorrow?! & Quot;
Mountains and Gorges trembled and swayed * -
They are children of the sun awakened from sleep.
As if the gods were angry, getting the nose
And then poured from the sky ...
It seemed to me that I was going to drown!
Throw me a rope; if I can get,
See you in the mountains, on the road,
That leads right up ...
To find a queen without a king:
They say she plays guitar and cries and sings - la, la, la ...
Horse riding on a white horse - to the origins of the dawn,
In an attempt to find a woman who will never, never, never been born into the world.
Standing on top of the mountains of my dreams,
I tell myself that it's not too difficult, difficult, difficult as it seems.
mmm ...
* Note. interpreter - in the song reflected the memories of the California earthquake of 1971 zastigshem group in Los Anpzhelese. | |
