Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high
Though my eyes could see
I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think
I still was a mad man
I can hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man
It surely means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
No
(Carry on)
You will always remember
(Carry on)
Nothing equals the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Продолжай дело мой своенравный сын,
В его окончании настанет мир,
Положи свою утомленную голову отдохнуть,
И больше не плачь.
Однажды я поднялся над шумом и суетой,
Для того чтобы увидеть, что скрывает иллюзия,
Я взлетел как никогда выше,
Но залетел слишком далеко.
Хоть мои глаза и могли видеть, я все еще был слеп,
Хоть мой разум и мог думать, я все еще был сумасшедшим,
Я слышал голоса пока спал,
и слышал что они говорят.
Маскируясь, так словно была причина,
моя шарада - событье сезона,
И если я призываю быть мудрым,
Значит и сам я не в курсе.
В шторме движенья эмоций,
Метался я как корабль посреди океана,
И курс свой поставил по ветру удачи,
Но я слышал, что говорят голоса
Нет!
Продолжайте, вы всегда будите помнить,
Продолжайте, роскоши не с чем сравнится,
Свет сошелся на вашем тщеславии,
Но наверняка небеса будут ждать вас.
Продолжай дело мой своенравный сын,
В его окончании настанет мир,
Положи свою утомленную голову отдохнуть,
И больше не плачь.

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high
Though my eyes could see
I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think
I still was a mad man
I can hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man
It surely means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
No
(Carry on)
You will always remember
(Carry on)
Nothing equals the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Carry on with this my wayward son,
In the end there will be peace,
Lay your weary head to rest,
And no longer cry.
Once I rose above the noise and bustle,
In order to see what is hidden by the illusion,
I soared ever higher
But flew too far.
Though my eyes could see I still was blind,
Though my mind could think I still was a madman,
I heard voices while sleeping
and heard what they said.
Masquerading like was the reason
my charade is the event of the season,
And if I'm called upon to be wise,
It means that he is not aware of.
In the storm movement of emotion,
Tossed about I'm like ship in the middle of the ocean,
And your put on the wind of luck
But I heard that voice say
No!
Go on, you always remember,
Continue, luxury, nothing compares,
The light converged on your vanity,
But certainly heaven will be waiting for you.
Carry on with this my wayward son,
In the end there will be peace,
Lay your weary head to rest,
And no longer cry.