I wish that clouds could hold me up like I thought as a child growing up.
I wish I could sound as soothing as the rainfall but I am only a drop from the storm.
I feel like a tourist, out in the country.
Once this small world was all countryside.
Feel like a tourist in the big city.
Soon I will simply evaporate.
I took the strings up north.
The drums down south.
I take it across to Afghanistan,
A long time ago.
Shuffling your feet into the next dimension.
Soon skyscrapers will be everywhere.
I feel like a tourist lost in the suburbs.
Soon the whole world will be urban sprawl.
Feel like a lover out on the ocean.
Feel like a tear drop streamin' off your chin.
Some will bet against you, try even to prevent you.
But not many can stop you, man, if you got a perfect plan.
Can they possibly try or demand to know why they would doubt you?
In this sand... a thousand generations.
Feel like a tourist out in the desert.
So hot it feels like the Devil's breath.
Feel like a tourist out in the swampland.
This world is just patches of water and land.
Everywhere I go I'm a tourist,
But if you stay with me I'll always be at home.
Как жаль, что облака не могут удержать меня,
Как я думал, когда был маленьким.
Как жаль, что я не могу звучать так же умиротворяюще, как проливной дождь,
Я лишь капля огромного шторма.
Чувствую себя туристом в стране,
А ведь когда-то весь этот мир был одной большой деревней.
Чувствую себя чужаком в мегаполисе,
Совсем скоро я просто исчезну.
Я взял струны у Севера,
Барабаны - у юга,
Я... давным-давно пересек Афганистан.
Беги в следующее измерение,
Совсем скоро повсюду вырастут небоскребы.
Я чувствую себя туристом, заблудившимся на окраине,
Совсем скоро целый мир станет одним большим городом.
Чувствую себя рыбаком на посудине в открытом океане,
Чувствую себя слезинкой, ползущей по твоему подбородку.
Кто-то поспорит с тобой,
И даже попытается чинить преграды на твоем пути,
Но существует не так уж много вещей, способных остановить тебя, парень.
Если у тебя есть отличная затея,
Есть ли у них возможность узнать или
Потребовать разъяснений, по какой причине они должны поклоняться тебе?
В этом песке - тысяча поколений.
Чувствую себя туристом, брошенным в пустыне,
Горячей, как дыхание дьявола,
Чувствую себя туристом, увязшим в болоте,
Этот мир - всего-навсего островки среди воды.
Куда бы я ни пошел, я повсюду чужак,
Но если ты останешься рядом, мне везде будет так же хорошо, как дома... I wish that clouds could hold me up like I thought as a child growing up.
I wish I could sound as soothing as the rainfall but I am only a drop from the storm.
I feel like a tourist, out in the country.
Once this small world was all countryside.
Feel like a tourist in the big city.
Soon I will simply evaporate.
I took the strings up north.
The drums down south.
I take it across to Afghanistan,
A long time ago.
Shuffling your feet into the next dimension.
Soon skyscrapers will be everywhere.
I feel like a tourist lost in the suburbs.
Soon the whole world will be urban sprawl.
Feel like a lover out on the ocean.
Feel like a tear drop streamin 'off your chin.
Some will bet against you, try even to prevent you.
But not many can stop you, man, if you got a perfect plan.
Can they possibly try or demand to know why they would doubt you?
In this sand ... a thousand generations.
Feel like a tourist out in the desert.
So hot it feels like the Devil's breath.
Feel like a tourist out in the swampland.
This world is just patches of water and land.
Everywhere I go I'm a tourist,
But if you stay with me I'll always be at home.
What a pity that clouds can not hold me,
As I thought, when I was little.
What a pity that I can not sound as soothing as torrential rain,
I just drop a huge storm.
I feel like a tourist in the country,
But once this whole world was one big village.
I feel like a stranger in the city,
Very soon, I'll just disappear.
I took the string from the North,
Drums - in the south,
... I long ago crossed Afghanistan.
Run into the next dimension,
Very soon grow skyscrapers everywhere.
I feel like a tourist lost on the outskirts,
Very soon the whole world will become one big city.
I feel a fisherman on the boat, alone in the open ocean,
I feel a tear creeping on your chin.
Who would argue with you,
And even try to repair obstacles in your way,
But there are not too many things that can stop you, man.
If you have a great idea,
Do they have the opportunity to learn or
Require clarification, for whatever reason they should worship thee?
This sand - a thousand generations.
I feel like a tourist, abandoned in the desert,
Hot as the breath of the devil,
I feel like a tourist, mired in the swamp,
This world - only among the islands of water.
Wherever I went, I was a stranger everywhere,
But if you stay beside me all will be as good as at home ... Смотрите также: | |
