Устал я, судари, от сих душевных порывов-с, но тем не менее.Блядская тема инициации!



Все в жизни циклично. В глубокой юности смотришь "Планету Сокровищ" и смутно хочется выпрыгивать в окно от одиночества, неприкаянности и непонятости Джима.
Ностальжи
А спустя десять лет ты находишь видео по Хранителям на песню Джима, и - йииииихааааа Эрик, встаньте у окна и подайте реплику!

And how can the world want me to change
They're the ones that stay the same
They can't see me
But I'm still here

ПЕРФЕКШН (спасибо, Эрик)



Текст, конечно, долбанный стыд, но зато от души и прямо каждая строчка жжет и пепелит)))I am a question to the world
Not an answer to be heard
Or a moment that's held in your arms

And what do you think you'd ever say
I won't listen anyway
You don't know me
And I'll never be what you want
Me to be

And what
Do you think you'd understand
I'm boy, no, I'm a man
You can't take me
And throw me away

And how
Can you learn what's never shown
Yeah, you stand here on your own
They don't know me
'Cause I'm not here

And I want a moment to be real
Want to touch things I don't feel
Wanna hold on and feel I belong

And how can the world want me to change
They're the ones that stay the same
They don't know me
'Cause I'm not here

And you see the things they never see
All you wanted - I could be
Now you know me
And I'm not afraid

And I want to tell you who I am
Can you help me be a man
They can't break me
As long as I know who I am

And I want a moment to be real
Want to touch things I don't feel
Wanna hold on and feel I belong

And how can the world want me to change
They're the ones that stay the same
They can't see me
But I'm still here

They can't tell me who to be
'Cause I'm not what they see
Yeah, the world is still sleepin'
While I keep on dreaming for me
And their words are just whispers and lies
That I'll never believe

Вот здесь, кстати, есть перевод, но он явно сделан гуглопереводчиком))

Все. Все. Дайрик окончательно потерял осмысленность. Пойду на органный концерт. Час буду думать о душе и каяться.
Два органных концерта за день - МЕ ГУСТА. Моар, моар органа!