Перевод песни Craise Finton Kirk Royal Academy of Arts | Группа bee gees | Альбом Bee Gees 1st

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He smiled and rubbed the stubble on his chin. He sure shall find the weariness and dreariness of life that's growing thin. Yet he didn't have so very far to go: With a pencil in his hand he will travel on as planned, With a mere step in the mountain to a light.

Он улыбнулся и потёр щетину на подбородке. Без сомнения, он убедится таки в скуке и унынии жизни, которая становится всё более пустой. Но ему даже и не нужно далеко ходить: С карандашом в руке он будет путешествовать, как было запланировано, Обычным шагом в гору по направлению к свету.

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Craise Finton Kirk, see him go, on his way. Oh, they don't know where he is. Very very nice, very very nice.

Озабоченный1 Финтон Кирк2: видите, как он идёт по своим делам? О, никто не знает, где он? Вот и славно, очень славно.

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Even in the morning when he slept, Something odd is missing. There's nothing very much to talk about, And nothing very much to see.

Даже утром, когда он ещё спал, Ему чего-то уже не хватало. Здесь не о чем особо говорить, И нечего здесь понимать.

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Talks about the place he'd like to go. And you never see the worrying and hurrying and that makes a person slow, Yet you wouldn't think he'd be so hard to find. Yet he looks so very busy, but there's nothing on his mind. And his wavy hair continues not to grow.

Говорит о том, куда ему хочется сходить. И никогда не увидишь у него беспокойства или спешки, аж зевать хочется. Можно подумать, что его так трудно понять, Прям такой весь занятый, а на самом деле — пустая голова. И его волнистые волосы тоже всё никак не вырастут.

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Bee Gees 1st

Craise Finton Kirk Royal Academy of Arts English / Английский язык

He smiled and rubbed the stubble on his chin. He sure shall find the weariness and dreariness of life that's growing thin. Yet he didn't have so very far to go: With a pencil in his hand he will travel on as planned, With a mere step in the mountain to a light.

Craise Finton Kirk, see him go, on his way. Oh, they don't know where he is. Very very nice, very very nice.

Even in the morning when he slept, Something odd is missing. There's nothing very much to talk about, And nothing very much to see.

Talks about the place he'd like to go. And you never see the worrying and hurrying and that makes a person slow, Yet you wouldn't think he'd be so hard to find. Yet he looks so very busy, but there's nothing on his mind. And his wavy hair continues not to grow.