Apres Moi (оригинал Regina Spektor )
I must go on standing
You can't break that which isn't yours
I, oh, must go on standing
I'm not my own, it's not my choice
Be afraid of the lame
They'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Apres moi, le deluge
After me comes the flood
I must go on standing
You can't break that which isn't yours
I, oh, must go on standing
I'm not my own, it's not my choice
Be afraid of the lame
They'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Apres moi, le deluge
After me comes the flood
Февраль. Достать чернил и плакать!
Писать о феврале навзрыд,
Пока грохочущая слякоть
Весною черною горит.
Писать о феврале навзрыд,
Пока грохочущая слякоть
Весною черною горит.
Be afraid of the lame
They'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Apres moi, le deluge
After me the flood
I must go on standing
You can't break that which isn't yours
I, oh, must go on standing
I'm not my own, it's not my choice
После меня(перевод)
Я должна выстоять,
Ты не сумеешь разрушить то, что тебе не принадлежит.
Я должна выстоять,
Я сама не своя, и это не мой выбор...
Бойся хромых,
Они отнимут твои ноги.
Бойся старых,
Они отнимут твою душу.
Бойся мертвых,
Они выпьют твою кровь.
После меня начнется наводнение...
После меня начнется наводнение...
Я должна выстоять,
Ты не сумеешь разрушить то, что тебе не принадлежит....
Я должна выстоять,
Я сама не своя, и это не мой выбор...
Бойся хромых,
Они отнимут твои ноги.
Бойся старых,
Они отнимут твою душу.
Бойся мертвых,
Они выпьют твою кровь.
После меня начнется наводнение...
После меня начнется наводнение...
Февраль. Достать чернил и плакать!
Писать о феврале навзрыд,
Пока грохочущая слякоть
Весною черною горит.
Февраль. Достать чернил и плакать!
Писать о феврале навзрыд,
Пока грохочущая слякоть
Весною черною горит.
Бойся хромых,
Они отнимут твои ноги.
Бойся старых,
Они отнимут твою душу.
Бойся мертвых,
Они выпьют твою кровь.
После меня начнется наводнение...
После меня начнется наводнение...
Я должна выстоять,
Ты не сумеешь разрушить то, что тебе не принадлежит....
Я должна выстоять,
Я сама не своя, и это не мой выбор... Apres Moi ( Original Regina Spektor)
I must go on standing
You can not break that which is not yours
I, oh, must go on standing
I'm not my own, it's not my choice
Be afraid of the lame
They'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Apres moi, le deluge
After me comes the flood
I must go on standing
You can not break that which is not yours
I, oh, must go on standing
I'm not my own, it's not my choice
Be afraid of the lame
They'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Apres moi, le deluge
After me comes the flood
February. Get ink and weep !
Write about February sobbing ,
While roaring slush
In the spring of blackish burn.
Write about February sobbing ,
While roaring slush
In the spring of blackish burn.
Be afraid of the lame
They'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Apres moi, le deluge
After me the flood
I must go on standing
You can not break that which is not yours
I, oh, must go on standing
I'm not my own, it's not my choice
After me (translation)
I have to stand up ,
You do not you manage to destroy what does not belong .
I have to stand up ,
I'm not myself , and it's not my choice ...
Fear lame,
They take away your legs .
Fear of old ,
They take away your soul .
Fear of the dead,
They will drink your blood .
After I start flooding ...
After I start flooding ...
I have to stand up ,
You do not you manage to destroy that which does not belong to you ....
I have to stand up ,
I'm not myself , and it's not my choice ...
Fear lame,
They take away your legs .
Fear of old ,
They take away your soul .
Fear of the dead,
They will drink your blood .
After I start flooding ...
After I start flooding ...
February. Get ink and weep !
Write about February sobbing ,
While roaring slush
In the spring of blackish burn.
February. Get ink and weep !
Write about February sobbing ,
While roaring slush
In the spring of blackish burn.
Fear lame,
They take away your legs .
Fear of old ,
They take away your soul .
Fear of the dead,
They will drink your blood .
After I start flooding ...
After I start flooding ...
I have to stand up ,
You do not you manage to destroy that which does not belong to you ....
I have to stand up ,
I'm not myself , and it's not my choice ... Смотрите также: | |
