Текст песни Сверхъестественное - Carry on My Wayward Son by Kansas
Carry on My Wayward Son by Kansas
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 hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say
{Refrain
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
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
{Refrain
No!
Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
The center lights around your vanity
But 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 (don't you cry no more)
Вернись, мой блудный сын
1. Однажды я поднялся над шумом и беспорядком,
Чтобы просто заглянуть по ту сторону этого миража
Я никогда не взлетал выше, но сейчас я взлетел
слишком высоко.
Хотя мои глаза могли видеть, я оставался слепым,
Хотя я мог думать, я оставался безумным.
Я слышу голоса, когда сплю. Я слышу, как они
говорят.
Припев:
Вернись, мой блудный сын.
Здесь поселится мир, когда ты вернешься.
Дай своей усталой голове отдохнуть
И больше не плачь
2. Прячусь, будто на то есть причины.
Моя шарада - момент во времени года.
И если я хочу быть мудрецом, это значит, что я
много не знаю.
Шторм разыгрался над морем эмоций.
Я будто корабль в океане.
Я прокладываю курс по ветрам удачи, но слышу, как
голос говорит:
Припев:
Вернись, мой блудный сын.
Здесь поселится мир, когда ты вернешься.
Дай своей усталой голове отдохнуть
И больше не плачь
Вернись, ты всегда будешь помнить.
Вернись, это не сравнится со славой.
Теперь твоя жизнь не будет пуста.
Рай уже ждет тебя.
Припев:
Вернись, мой блудный сын.
Здесь поселится мир, когда ты вернешься.
Дай своей усталой голове 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 hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say
{Refrain
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
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
{Refrain
No!
Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
The center lights around your vanity
But 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 (don't you cry no more)
Вернись, мой блудный сын
1. Однажды я поднялся над шумом и беспорядком,
Чтобы просто заглянуть по ту сторону этого миража
Я никогда не взлетал выше, но сейчас я взлетел
слишком высоко.
Хотя мои глаза могли видеть, я оставался слепым,
Хотя я мог думать, я оставался безумным.
Я слышу голоса, когда сплю. Я слышу, как они
говорят.
Припев:
Вернись, мой блудный сын.
Здесь поселится мир, когда ты вернешься.
Дай своей усталой голове отдохнуть
И больше не плачь
2. Прячусь, будто на то есть причины.
Моя шарада - момент во времени года.
И если я хочу быть мудрецом, это значит, что я
много не знаю.
Шторм разыгрался над морем эмоций.
Я будто корабль в океане.
Я прокладываю курс по ветрам удачи, но слышу, как
голос говорит:
Припев:
Вернись, мой блудный сын.
Здесь поселится мир, когда ты вернешься.
Дай своей усталой голове отдохнуть
И больше не плачь
Вернись, ты всегда будешь помнить.
Вернись, это не сравнится со славой.
Теперь твоя жизнь не будет пуста.
Рай уже ждет тебя.
Припев:
Вернись, мой блудный сын.
Здесь поселится мир, когда ты вернешься.
Дай своей усталой голове отдохнуть
И больше не плачь
Перевод текста песни Сверхъестественное - Carry on My Wayward Son by Kansas
Carry on My Wayward Son by Kansas
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 hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say
{Refrain
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
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
{Refrain
No!
Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
The center lights around your vanity
But 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 (don't you cry no more)
Come back, my prodigal son
1. Once I rose above the noise and confusion,
Just to look on the other side of the Mirage
I never flew above, but now I took off
too high.
Though my eyes could see, I was blind,
Although I could think I was insane.
I hear voices when I sleep. I hear them
say.
Chorus:
Come back, my prodigal son.
Here dwell the world, when you get back.
Let your weary head to rest
And no longer cry
2. Hiding as if for good reason.
My charade is the moment in time.
And if I want to be a sage, it means I
many don't know.
The storm settled over the sea of emotions.
I'm like a ship on the ocean.
I'm plotting a course for winds of fortune but I hear
the voice says:
Chorus:
Come back, my prodigal son.
Here dwell the world, when you get back.
Let your weary head to rest
And no longer cry
Come back, you will always be remembered.
Come back, it does not compare to the glory.
Now your life will not be empty.
Paradise is already waiting for you.
Chorus:
Come back, my prodigal son.
Here dwell the world, when you get back.
Let your weary head to rest
And no longer cry
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 hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say
{Refrain
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
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
{Refrain
No!
Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
The center lights around your vanity
But 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 (don't you cry no more)
Come back, my prodigal son
1. Once I rose above the noise and confusion,
Just to look on the other side of the Mirage
I never flew above, but now I took off
too high.
Though my eyes could see, I was blind,
Although I could think I was insane.
I hear voices when I sleep. I hear them
say.
Chorus:
Come back, my prodigal son.
Here dwell the world, when you get back.
Let your weary head to rest
And no longer cry
2. Hiding as if for good reason.
My charade is the moment in time.
And if I want to be a sage, it means I
many don't know.
The storm settled over the sea of emotions.
I'm like a ship on the ocean.
I'm plotting a course for winds of fortune but I hear
the voice says:
Chorus:
Come back, my prodigal son.
Here dwell the world, when you get back.
Let your weary head to rest
And no longer cry
Come back, you will always be remembered.
Come back, it does not compare to the glory.
Now your life will not be empty.
Paradise is already waiting for you.
Chorus:
Come back, my prodigal son.
Here dwell the world, when you get back.
Let your weary head to rest
And no longer cry
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