Текст песни Angels and Airwaves - Rite Of Spring
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Название песни: Rite Of Spring
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In a small brown house in Suburban Street,
With a skateboard and my shit guitar,
I dream all day that they would get me far,
My dad would ask me about my grades,
The asshole sports that I never played.
And then I'd ask about the girls he'd date,
Behind our backs when mom would stay up late.
It was near when I turned sixteen,
Got kicked out of school, and so it seemed
that things were closing in and ready to blow,
My dad moved out about that year or so,
It took an hour to start a punk rock band
To offset my fucked up family land
And as I held my mom would start to cry
I swore ourselves a better life
If I had a chance for another try,
I wouldn't change a thing
It's made me all of who I am inside
And if I could thank god
That I am here, and that I am alive
And everyday I wake
I tell myself a little harmless lie
The whole wide world is mine
The summers gone, the years have passed,
My friends have changed, a few did last,
The smallest dreams got pushed aside,
The largest ones that changed my life,
And all I wished for has come to pass,
From rock and roll, to love and cash
It's all success if it's what you need
Do what you like and do it honestly
Жарким летом я целыми днями был заперт
В маленьком коричневом домике на Пригородной улице
Со своим скейтом и дешёвой гитарой -
Целыми днями я мечтал, что они сделают меня знаменитым.
Мой отец спрашивал меня об оценках,
О дурацком спорте, в котором я никогда не принимал участия.
А затем я спрашивал его о девчонках, с которыми он встречался
За нашими спинами, когда мать сидела допоздна.
Это было в то время, когда мне было около шестнадцати,
Меня выперли из школы, и, казалось,
Что все становится хуже и хуже.
Отец ушел где-то через год.
Всего час ушел на то, чтобы создать панк-группу,
Чтобы можно было обеспечивать семью,
И, когда я начал играть, моя мать плакала,
Я поклялся сделать наши жизни счастливее.
Если бы у меня был шанс начать все сначала,
Я бы ничего не изменил,
Потому что все это - часть меня,
И если бы я мог возблагодарить Господа
За то, что я здесь и я жив,
И каждый день, когда просыпаюсь,
Я говорю себе:
Весь огромный мир мой.
Много лет прошло,
Мои друзья изменились, некоторые остались со мной,
Мелочные мечты забыты ради больших,
Изменивших мою жизнь.
И все, чего я хотел, сбылось,
Я прошел путь от рок-н-ролла до любви и богатства,
Успех ждет все, что ты хочешь делать,
Занимайся тем, что тебе нравится, и делай это честно. I was locked all day in the summer heat,
In a small brown house in Suburban Street,
With a skateboard and my shit guitar,
I dream all day that they would get me far,
My dad would ask me about my grades,
The asshole sports that I never played.
And then I'd ask about the girls he'd date,
Behind our backs when mom would stay up late.
It was near when I turned sixteen,
Got kicked out of school, and so it seemed
that things were closing in and ready to blow,
My dad moved out about that year or so,
It took an hour to start a punk rock band
To offset my fucked up family land
And as I held my mom would start to cry
I swore ourselves a better life
If I had a chance for another try,
I would not change a thing
It's made me all of who I am inside
And if I could thank god
That I am here, and that I am alive
And everyday I wake
I tell myself a little harmless lie
The whole wide world is mine
The summers gone, the years have passed,
My friends have changed, a few did last,
The smallest dreams got pushed aside,
The largest ones that changed my life,
And all I wished for has come to pass,
From rock and roll, to love and cash
It's all success if it's what you need
Do what you like and do it honestly
Hot summer days on end I was locked
In a small brown house on a suburban street
With his skateboard and cheap guitar -
All day long I dreamed that they would make me famous.
My father asked me about assessments
About wacky sport in which I never took part .
And then I asked him about the girl, whom he met
Behind our backs , when the mother was sitting up late .
This was at a time when I was about sixteen ,
I was kicked out of school, and it seemed
That things get worse and worse.
My father went somewhere next year.
Only an hour left on it to create a punk band ,
To be able to support his family ,
And when I started playing , my mother cried ,
I vowed to make our lives happier.
If I had a chance to start all over again,
I would not change anything,
Because all of this - a part of me ,
And if I could thank the Lord
For the fact that I'm here and I'm alive ,
And every day when I wake up ,
I say to myself :
The whole wide world is mine.
Many years have passed ,
My friends have changed, some stayed with me ,
Petty dreams are forgotten for the sake of large ,
Changed my life.
And all I wanted was fulfilled ,
I went from rock and roll to love and wealth,
Success is waiting for everything you want to do ,
Engage in what you like and do it honestly.
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