Перевод песни High flying bird | Группа elton john | Альбом Don't shoot me, I'm only the piano player

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You wore a little cross of gold around your neck I saw it as you flew between my reason Like a raven in the night time when you left I wear a chain upon my wrist that bears no name You touched it and you wore it And you kept it in your pillow, all the same

Ты носила на шее маленький золотой крестик. Я видел его, когда ты упорхнула, не назвав причины. Ты оставила меня в ночи, словно окольцованного ворона, С цепочкой на запястье, на которой нет твоего имени. И всё-таки ты прикасалась к ней, носила её И прятала под подушкой.

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My high-flying bird has flown from out my arms I thought myself her keeper She thought I meant her harm She thought I was the archer A weather man of words But I could never shoot down My high-flying bird

Моя небесная пташка упорхнула от меня, А я считал себя её хранителем. Она думала, я причиню ей вред. Она считала меня лучником, Бросающим слова на ветер, Но я бы никогда не подстрелил Мою небесную пташку.

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The white walls of your dressing room are stained in scarlet red You bled upon the cold stone like a young man In the foreign field of death Wouldn't it be wonderful is all I heard you say You never closed your eyes at night and learned to love daylight Instead you moved away

Белые стены твоей гримерки окрасились багрово-красным. Ты истекала кровью на холодном камне, словно юноша, Умирающий на поле боя в чужой стране. «Разве это было бы не прекрасно?..» были твои последние слова. Ты не смыкала глаз ночами, так и не полюбив дневной свет. Вместо этого ты ушла навсегда.

Elton john

Don't shoot me, I'm only the piano player

High flying bird English / Английский язык

You wore a little cross of gold around your neck I saw it as you flew between my reason Like a raven in the night time when you left I wear a chain upon my wrist that bears no name You touched it and you wore it And you kept it in your pillow, all the same

My high-flying bird has flown from out my arms I thought myself her keeper She thought I meant her harm She thought I was the archer A weather man of words But I could never shoot down My high-flying bird

The white walls of your dressing room are stained in scarlet red You bled upon the cold stone like a young man In the foreign field of death Wouldn't it be wonderful is all I heard you say You never closed your eyes at night and learned to love daylight Instead you moved away