Call

Words, don't come easy, to me,
how can I find a way,
to make you see,
I love you
words don't come easy

Words, don't come easy, to me,
this is the only way,
for me to say
I love you
words don't come easy

Well I'm just a music man,
melodie 's so far my best friend
but my words are calling out longer
I reveal my heart to you and
hope that you'll believe it's true, 'cause

Words, don't come easy to me,
how can I find a way,
to make you see,
I love you
words don't come easy...

Увидев c семьдесят ярких огней,
Каждый ждёт чуда с их "небес"
Слушай Метод без проблем:

Just like seventies goofballs
Увидев с семьдесят ярких огней,
He’s waiting on last calls
Каждый ждёт чуда с их "небес"
Well listen to Method Man
Слушай Метод без проблем:
'cause if you leave on the last line
Небес реальная жизнь,
Don’t leave on the ground kind
В других верхах.
Born just a little too slow
Жить в спокойном ритме здесь... в ка-айф!
Just a little too slow
Не торопись лови... ка...

There Is the Moon,
That's reflexing on February snow,
That is singing up high all alone,
I will come to You soon

There is the Moon,
That is shining on somebody's face,
That is watching humanity race,
Just reversing a noon

There is the night,
That is calling for Brightening Light,
That is waiting for heat of the Sun,
For God whims have been done

There is the Time,
That in Universe doesn't exist,
But on Earth it is hidden in mist,
Deep inside in the mind

There is the sky...

Sometimes Logic is too boring,
And religion is a lie...
When a soul is heavily storming,
There is not so much to die

Anyhow, we got to find
Our circumstance exception,
And according to the mind,
Make the worthiest needed action

Conflict of a misty dust,
Called the blooming star,
Recognizes human's last
To all that is too far...

If you want to take may hand -
You may.
If you want to go to some Land
Again,
Just remind
That any Time,
In any state,
The One
That Is Called
The Love of Mine
Whatever it was - warm or cold,
Do whatever it wants
May...

One sage, who talked with inspiration,
Was asked a philosophic question:
What is our life? A game? Enjoyment? Grief?
Having scratched
His bald patch,
Answered he in brief,
“Frankly speaking, my chums,
Life’s a free-fall jump
From mother’s womb
To the eternal house, called the tomb.”

I sit through the long night
In the high tower,
And listen to the autumn rain
Outside my window.

There is no sound of human life,
Save now and then
A belated traveler hastening by.
Through the dark heaven,
A wild goose wings his lonely flight.
In the chill gloom
A cricket calls
The water drips mournfully
From the t'ung trees;
And the blossoms
Flutter sadly
To the rain-soaked earth.

Sadness broods
Over the world.
I fear to walk in my garden,
Lest I see
A...

Наструганные хмурым ветром дали…
Я сжег их в хлам.
Я с них пришел к тебе…

И снова жизнь Венецию нам дарит -
с крылатым львом,
сорвавшимся с цепей!..


И дождь слепой. И в венах кровь алеет.
И всё при нас – молитва и разбой…
И сердце понемножечку шалеет,
когда соприкасается с тобой.


И улиц карнавальная кашица…
Мосты и сувениры – всё в бреду…
И небо вьется
и на цвет ложится…
Как и хотел муранский стеклодув!


И нам навстречу катится кораблик…
И в полосатой майке...