Перевод песни He's gone | Группа suede | Альбом Head music

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Tears on a pillow, Eyes on the phone, You pour all the love that you keep inside Into a song, Like «He's Gone», And these are the thoughts that you keep inside, You smile from your window, And stand all alone And pour all the love that you keep inside Into the phone, Into the phone,

Слезы в подушку, Взгляд в телефон. Ты льёшь всю любовь, что есть внутри, И стих сочинён, Что покинул он1. И все эти мысли, что есть внутри. С улыбкой в окошке, Но взгляд отрешён2. Ты льёшь всю любовь, что есть внутри, В свой телефон, В свой телефон.

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And like the leaves on the trees, Like the Carpenters' song, Like the planes and the trains And the lives that were young, He's gone And it feels like the words to a song

Словно с дерева лист, О Карпентерсах сон3 , Улетят самолёты, вагоны, Юности звон4. Покинул он, Как в стихе, что тобой сочинён5.

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With the style of a widow, And the place of your own You pour all the love that you keep inside Into the phone, And sit alone Cos these are the thoughts that you keep inside And smile from your window And stand all alone And pour all the love that you keep inside Into a song, into a song

Во вдовьи одежды Твой стан облачён6. Ты льёшь всю любовь, что есть внутри, В свой телефон, Одинокости стон Оттого, что все мысли где-то внутри. С улыбкой в окошке, Но взгляд отрешён. Ты льёшь всю любовь, что есть внутри, И стих сочинён, Стих сочинён.

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And like the leaves on the trees Like the Carpenters' song Like the planes and the trains And the lives that were young, He's gone And it feels like the words to a song

Словно с дерева лист, О Карпентерсах сон, Улетят самолёты, вагоны, Юности звон. Покинул он, Как в стихе, что тобой сочинён.

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And like the stains on the names Of the lives of the young He's gone And it feels like the words to a song

Всё уйдёт, как клеймо тех, Кто был осуждён. Покинул он, Как в стихе, что тобой сочинён.

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And like the leaves on the trees, Like the Carpenters' song, Like the planes and the trains And the lives that were young, He's gone And it feels like the words to a song

Словно с дерева лист, О Карпентерсах сон, Улетят самолёты, вагоны, Юности звон. Покинул он, Как в стихе, что тобой сочинён.

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And like the stains on the names Of the lives of the young He's gone And it feels like the words to a song, So gone, So gone...

Всё уйдет, как клеймо тех, Кто был осуждён. Покинул он, Как в стихе, что тобой сочинён. Исчезнул он, Исчезнул он...

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He's gone English / Английский язык

Tears on a pillow, Eyes on the phone, You pour all the love that you keep inside Into a song, Like «He's Gone», And these are the thoughts that you keep inside, You smile from your window, And stand all alone And pour all the love that you keep inside Into the phone, Into the phone,

And like the leaves on the trees, Like the Carpenters' song, Like the planes and the trains And the lives that were young, He's gone And it feels like the words to a song

With the style of a widow, And the place of your own You pour all the love that you keep inside Into the phone, And sit alone Cos these are the thoughts that you keep inside And smile from your window And stand all alone And pour all the love that you keep inside Into a song, into a song

And like the leaves on the trees Like the Carpenters' song Like the planes and the trains And the lives that were young, He's gone And it feels like the words to a song

And like the stains on the names Of the lives of the young He's gone And it feels like the words to a song

And like the leaves on the trees, Like the Carpenters' song, Like the planes and the trains And the lives that were young, He's gone And it feels like the words to a song

And like the stains on the names Of the lives of the young He's gone And it feels like the words to a song, So gone, So gone...