Здесь по возможности буду выкладывать своё творчество. Начну с этого. Не судите строго - давно за подобное не брался. Извините, что выбрал это - какое-то мрачное сейчас настроение.
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С.Шнуров и В.Кипелов - Я свободен.
Перевод на английский. Без оригинального текста.
Those who decided to go against the mass
Have forgotten about fears through which they had to pass.
I am not exception, I feel sorry for them...
Even when I forget who really I am.
Minute by minute you wait for your D-day.
To be or not to be here? Oh no... I'll have to stay.
So I'm entering new life, I've got new boss.
What does stay from my freedom? Nothing but my own voice.
It's my freedom... Heaven is clear, and I can fly!
It's my freedom... And I'm not afraid to die!
Be a slave or a dead - it is difficult choise.
Life or death, just one word without any noise.
I've chosen life... full of nightmares.
Am I alive? Now nobody cares.
The most scary fact is that I'm alone.
I think all my friends are forever gone...
What? Somebody just suggests me! I feel that he lies!
I will get help at last because my faith never dies!
It's my freedom... Heaven is clear, and I can fly!
It's my freedom... And I'm not afraid to die!
Glass of water, pack of woodbines and new wave of tortures...
Beating and hitting - maybe, is it my fortune?
No, I won't give up, and I don't wanna stay,
My will's becoming stronger, and I will run away.
You can't me just shut up cause' everyone can hear.
Look, my freedom is coming. Look, it is so near.
I am physically weak, but voice of my soul is loud.
And I believe that wall of prison will be broken out.
It's my freedom... Heaven is clear, and I can fly!
It's my freedom... And I'm not afraid to die!
