Èëèøíå ãîâîðèòü, ÷òî òîëüêî ëåíèâûé åù¸ íå áðàëñÿ çà ïåðåâîäû ïåñåí Ëåîíàðäà. Íî êîãäà îñíîâó ïåñíè ñîñòàâëÿåò íàñòîÿùàÿ ïîýçèÿ ñîáëàçí âåëèê. Íå îáåññóäüòå.
Äà, óõîäÿò äðóçüÿ, ÿ ïî÷òè ñåäûì ñòàë.
ß ñîñòàðèëñÿ òàì, ãäå âñå âðåìÿ èãðàë.
ß æåëàþ áåçóìíî åù¸ âñòðåòèòü ëþáîâü,
ß ïëà÷ó ïî ñ÷åòàì êàæäûé äåíü
 ìîåé Áàøíå Ïñàëìîâ.
ß ñïðîñèë Õýíêà Âèëüÿìñà : ñêîëüêî åù¸?
Õýíê ïîêà íå îòâåòèë - îí óòðàòèë ñ÷¸ò,
Íî ÿ ñëûøó åãî êàøåëü ñðåäè ãîëîñîâ,
Òàì ,íà 100 ýòàæåé âûøå ,÷åì ÿ,
 ìîåé Áàøíå Ïñàëìîâ
Ìåíÿ íå ñïðîñèëè. ß ðîäèëñÿ òàêîé,
Ïîëó÷èâøèé â ïîäàðîê ãîëîñ ñâîé çîëîòîé.
È 27 àíãåëîâ èç ëó÷øèõ äîìîâ
Ðàçëîæèëè ìåíÿ íà ñòîëå
 ìîåé Áàøíå Ïñàëìîâ.
 êóêëó âó-äó ìîþ ìîæåøü òûêàòü èãëîé.
Ïðîñòè ìåíÿ ìåíÿ, áýéáè, ýòî - êòî-òî äðóãîé.
ß ñòîþ ó îêíà – íåáî áåç îáëàêîâ.
Îíè íå äàäóò óáèòü ìåíÿ, áýéáè,
 ìîåé Áàøíå Ïñàëìîâ.
Òû ñêàæåøü ÿ ãîðüêèé. Ýòî íàâåðíÿêà.
È áîãàòûé âñåãäà âîéäåò â äîì áåäíÿêà,
È ïî çàêîíó îñòàâèò åãî áåç øòàíîâ.
Òû ñëûøèøü ,êàê îíè âåñåëÿòñÿ
 ìîåé Áàøíå Ïñàëìîâ.
ß âèæó òåáÿ íà äðóãîé ñòîðîíå.
Ìåæäó íàìè ðåêà, è âûõîäà íåò.
ß ëþáèë òåáÿ, áýéáè, è æåëàþ îïÿòü.
Âñå ìîñòû ìåæäó íàìè ãîðÿò ÿñíûì îãíåì,
Íî ÿ çíàþ – ìû áëèçêî è óòðàòó âåðíåì.
È íèêîãäà, íèêîãäà áîëüøå íå ñòàíåì òåðÿòü.
ß, êîíå÷íî, âåðíóñü. Íî íå çíàþ êîãäà.
ß íà áàøíþ ñìîòðþ. Ìåíÿ òÿíåò òóäà.
Ïðîéäóò äíè è ãîäà, áýéáè, òû óñëûøèøü ìîé çîâ
ß áóäó ãîâîðèòü ñ òîáîé íåæíî
Èç îêíà ìîåé Áàøíè Ïñàëìîâ.
Äà, óõîäÿò äðóçüÿ. ß ïî÷òè ñåäûì ñòàë.
ß ñîñòàðèëñÿ òàì ãäå âñå âðåìÿ èãðàë.
ß áåçóìíî æåëàþ åùå âñòðåòèòü ëþáîâü,
ß ïëà÷ó ïî ñ÷åòàì êàæäûé äåíü
 ìîåé Áàøíå Ïñàëìîâ.
Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
I'm just paying my rent every day
Oh in the Tower of Song
I said to Hank Williams: how lonely does it get?
Hank Williams hasn't answered yet
But I hear him coughing all night long
A hundred floors above me
In the Tower of Song
I was born like this, I had no choice
I was born with the gift of a golden voice
And twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond
They tied me to this table right here
In the Tower of Song
So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll
I'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all
I'm standing by the window where the light is strong
Ah they don't let a woman kill you
Not in the Tower of Song
Now you can say that I've grown bitter but of this you may be sure
The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor
And there's a mighty judgement coming, but I may be wrong
You see, you hear these funny voices
In the Tower of Song
I see you standing on the other side
I don't know how the river got so wide
I loved you baby, way back when
And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed
But I feel so close to everything that we lost
We'll never have to lose it again
Now I bid you farewell, I don't know when I'll be back
There moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track
But you'll be hearing from me baby, long after I'm gone
I'll be speaking to you sweetly
From a window in the Tower of Song
Yeah my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
I'm just paying my rent every day
Oh in the Tower of Song
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Ðóáðèêà: Ïîåç³ÿ, Ïîåòè÷í³ ïåðåêëàäè
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