Некоторое время назад сделала вывод, что на самом деле не люблю переводить тексты песен.
Хорошо их просто понимать.
Когда перевожу что-то, эммм... Забыла, как по-русски. х)))
Breathtaking, короче.
Так вот, при переводе теряется что-то, что доставляет мне наслаждение.
Песни таки хороши на их родном языке.

Немного King Crimson и Yes со словами.

Said the straight man to the late man
Where have you been
I've been here and I've been there
And I've been in between.

I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear.

I'm on the outside looking inside
What do I see
Much confusion
Disillusion
All around me.

I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear.

You don't possess me
Don't impress me
Just upset my mind
Can't instruct me or conduct me
Just use up my time

I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear.

Said the straight man to the late man
Where have you been
I've been here and I've been there
And I've been in between.






Call her moonchild
Dancing in the shallows of a river
Lovely moonchild
Dreaming in the shadow
Of the willow.

Talking to the trees of the
Cobweb strange
Sleeping on the steps of a fountain
Waving silver wands to the
Night-birds song
Waiting for the sun on the mountain.

She's a moonchild
Gathering the flowers in a garden.
Lovely moonchild
Drifting on the echoes of the hours.

Sailing on the wind
In a milk white gown
Dropping circle stones on a sun dial
Playing hide and seek
With the ghosts of dawn
Waiting for a smile from a sun child.






I see you, la la la la la la la la la la la la, I see you
I see you, la la la la la la la la la la la la, I see you
I see you, la la la la la la la la la la la la, I see you

Sun smiling sun through the cave of your hair
Wind washing tulips out of space sitting there

I love you, at your door second floor, first world war, I love you
Who listens, tell your friend I'm aware that she care, who listens

Green specks bright spiraling out in the sky
Catch my eye turn my head have to look don't know why

I see you, everywhere behind your hair over there, I see you
I see you, though your eyes can tell lies I sympathize, I see you

Sun smiling sun through the cave of your hair
Wind washing tulips out of space sitting there
I love you

I see you, everywhere behind your hair over there, I see you
I love you, at your door second floor, first world war, I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you






Sparkling trees of silver foam
Cast shadows soft in winter home
Swaying branches breaking sound
Lonely forests trembling ground

Masquerading leaves of blue
Run circles round the morning dew
Patterns understood by you
Reaching out beyond and before

Time like gold dust brings mind down
To levels hidden underground
Say a few words to the wind
That's all thats left of winters friend

Reaching the snow in the days of the cold
Casting a spell out of Ice
Now that you're gone the summers too long
And it seems like the end of my life

Beyond and before

Sparkling trees of silver foam
Cast shadows soft in winter home
Swaying branches breaking sound
Lonely forests trembling ground

Masquerading leaves of blue
Run circles round the morning dew
Patterns understood by you
Reaching out beyond and before

Reaching the snow in the days of the cold
Casting a spell out of Ice
Now that you're gone the summers too long
And it seems like the end of my life

Beyond and before

Time like gold dust brings mind down
Time like gold dust brings mind down







У Yes, пожалуй, тексты для меня сложноваты, но если посидеть со словарем, то это просто восторг. *___*

И вообще, великая пичалька, что сейчас в основном гонят пустую музыку, в которой нет ни грамма жизни, и от этой безжизненной пустоты решительно тошно. хЪ
На школьной дискотечке, к слову, играла музыка, подобранная учащимися.
И я была в шоке.
Настолько бездушная музыка!
Меня ни разу не закачало, я с трудом попадала в ритм и ни разу не удалось провалиться в приятный транс, когда перестаешь отличать, что есть музыка, а что есть тело.
Кощщщмар.

А еще у меня в последнее время стали получаться мелодии с качающей ритмикой. *_____*
Жаль, только не умею конвертировать из формата *.xi в мр3, например, а то бы показала свои корявые первые музыкальные шаги. х)