Somewhere, joyfully a-rolling with a didn't-come-true dream,
Aboard the paper ship a-sailing drying out wishes stream,
Flying on the wings of melody of timid first slow dance,
Lives in mind's gloomy corner shadow of the Innocence.
It's the first strokes of red paint on the canvas then still white,
It's the images a-shaping into the alluring sight,
It's the touch to bud of rose that hasn't bloomed seducing grace,
It's the thrill of first temptation, fever of the first embrace.
It's intoxicating flavor of the still forbidden fruit,
It's the childish glance that somehow turned to passionate and lewd,
It's the fingers stretched to fire, seeking warmth and burnt so soon,
It's the lullaby of hopes that started ringing out of tune.
It's not healing scars on veins left by first love gone for good,
It's the desperate silence screaming that was never understood.
It's the feelings, naked feelings - raped, abused and tread to dust,
It's the virginity you've lost just for the sake of being loved at last...
[Chorus:]
Many a heart is aching, if you could read them all;
Many the hopes that have vanished, after the ball.
.............
Где-то, радостно кружась с неосуществившейся мечтой,
На борту бумажного кораблика, плывущего по высыхающему ручейку желаний,
Летая на крыльях мелодии первого и робкого медленного танца,
Живет в темном уголке сознания тень Невинности.
Это первые мазки красной краски на холсте, еще чистом.
Это образы, принимающие соблазнительные очертания.
Это прикосновение к бутону розы,
Которая еще не раскрылась в своей соблазнительной красе.
Это возбуждение от первого искушения, лихорадка первого объятия.
Припев:
[Когда бал закончен, когда наступает рассвет,
Когда танцующие расходятся, когда затухают звезды,]
Многие сердца наполняются болью. Если бы только можно было узнать, в чем эта боль.
Как же много надежд рушатся после бала!
Это пьянящий вкус все еще запретного плода.
Это детский взгляд, ставший страстным и похотливым.
Это тянущиеся к огню пальцы, ищущие тепло и вмиг обоженные.
Это колыбельная песня надежды, в которой появились фальшивые нотки.
Это незаживающие шрамы на венах, оставленные первой любовью, ушедшей навсегда.
Это безмолвный крик отчаяния, который так и не был понят.
Это чувства, обнаженные чувства — изнасилованные, оскверненные и втоптанные в грязь.
Это девственность, потерянная ради того, чтобы тебя наконец кто-то полюбил… Somewhere, joyfully a-rolling with a didn't-come-true dream,
Aboard the paper ship a-sailing drying out wishes stream,
Flying on the wings of melody of timid first slow dance,
Lives in mind's gloomy corner shadow of the Innocence.
It's the first strokes of red paint on the canvas then still white,
It's the images a-shaping into the alluring sight,
It's the touch to bud of rose that has not bloomed seducing grace,
It's the thrill of first temptation, fever of the first embrace.
It's intoxicating flavor of the still forbidden fruit,
It's the childish glance that somehow turned to passionate and lewd,
It's the fingers stretched to fire, seeking warmth and burnt so soon,
It's the lullaby of hopes that started ringing out of tune.
It's not healing scars on veins left by first love gone for good,
It's the desperate silence screaming that was never understood.
It's the feelings, naked feelings - raped, abused and tread to dust,
It's the virginity you've lost just for the sake of being loved at last ...
[Chorus:]
Many a heart is aching, if you could read them all;
Many the hopes that have vanished, after the ball.
.............
Somewhere , happily circling with an unfulfilled dream ,
Aboard a paper boat sailing on the brook dries desires,
Flying on the wings of a melody first and timid slow dance ,
He lives in a dark corner of the shadow of consciousness of innocence.
This is the first strokes of red paint on canvas, still pure .
This way, the receiving seductive shape.
This touch of rosebud ,
Which has not yet been revealed in its seductive beauty.
It's the thrill of the first temptation , fever first embrace.
Chorus:
[ When the ball over when the dawn comes ,
When dancing diverge when damped stars ]
Many hearts are filled with pain. If only you could see what this pain .
How did a lot of hopes crumble after the ball !
This heady taste still forbidden fruit.
This children's opinion, become passionate and lustful .
This stretching your fingers to the fire , looking for warmth and instantly deified .
This lullaby of hope, in which there were false notes.
This unhealed scars on veins , left first love , gone forever.
This is the silent cry of despair , which has not been understood.
This feeling naked feelings - raped , defiled and trampled into the mud.
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