(перевод песни гр."Воскресенье" - "Я сам из тех")
I'm one of those, who hide behind the curtain;
I could go on, but I lack will and gut;
I know the words, but keep my mouth shut;
I've lost my faith, and nothing more is certain.
My soul is weeping, silent and alone.
I sang a song, but no one seemed to listen;
I'll sing no more, I've put my heart in prison;
I'll find some hidden path and walk it on my own.
I'm one of those, whose mind's stuck in the past.
My voice is faint and dull, and that is why
It can inspire no one to reach the sky.
They think I'm a good man - though, probably, miscast.
I'm like a bird that can't fly anywhere;
I'm like an old man dying in his bed...
The things that I can say might better be unsaid -
I'll say them anyway, for some of you still care...
I m One of Those
© Copyright: Михал Миранек, 2013
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