No Man's Land

Garden of Love

1. Эпиграф.

2. Deepest Dream.

3. Flowers' Rounds.

4. Лети, летай.

5. A poison tree.

6. Tower of Cry.

7. Wings of my Winds.

8. Garden of Love.

Звукорежиссеры: Андрей Тимофеев и Сергей Коробейников.

Музыка Евгения Лебедева, тексты и аранжировка группы NML.

В альбоме использованы стихи Лукреция Кара и Уильяма Блэйка.

Рисунок Ольги Менаковой.

Спонсор проекта фирма "Перспектива".

р AT records 1996.

p c Балтистан Рекордс 1996

Стихи, принадлежащие перу английского поэта 18-19 веков Вильяма Блэйка, взяты из цикла "Песни невинности и опыта" ("Songs of Innocence & Experience"), написанного в 1784-1794 г.г.

1. Эпиграф

(Лукреций Кар)

...Debet enim, misere si forte aegreque futurumst,

Ipse quoque esse in eo tum tempore cui male possit accidere

Id quoniam mors eximit esseque probet

Illum cui possit incommoda mors eximit esseque probet

Sure licet nobis, nil esse in morte timendum

Nec miserum fiere qui non est posse , neque hilum

Differre an nullo fuerit jam tempore notus,

Nortalem vitam mors cum immortalis ademit...

...Если же в будущем ждут несчастье и горе, то должен

В это же время и тот пребывать, с кем могут случиться

Эти невзгоды. Но раз изымает их смерть, преграждая

Жизнь у того, кто бы мог подвергнуться бедствий ударам,

Ясно, что нам ничего не может быть страшным в смерти,

Что невозможно тому, кому нет, сазаться несчастным,

Что для него все равно, хоть совсем бы на свет родиться -

Ежели смертная жизнь отнята уже смертью бесмертной...

2. Deepest Dream

(Е.Абрамчева)

The tiredness shows you other way,

The box with secret, not with pain,

It keeps your dream, your deepest dream.

You'll take it with your trembling hands,

I see this ritual slow dance,

You never go, you never go away.

I just remember blue ill eyes,

Full of passion, full of ice,

Strange desire of burning soul.

Immortal voices in the air,

You don't feel what's happened there,

You're lost in times, You're lost in space.

It's nothing left to lose,

Not doubts, it's only truth,

But you don't know what you will find

In this creation of your mind.

The tiredness shows you other way,

The box with secret, not with pain,

It keeps your dream, your deepest dream.

The box is empty, sweetess aim,

And someone shouting out your name

From bloody sky, from purple sky.

It's nothing left to lose,

Not doubts, it's only truth,

But you don't know what you will find

In this creation of your mind.

3. Flowers' Rounds

(Е.Абрамчева & Е.Лебедев)

Why you left the secret wonderland,

Run from childhood dream.

Lie & fear

Will cross you any step,

broken hopes will meet you here.

You wanna hate,

You wanna cry,

You wanna fall,

You wanna fly,

You wanna run though hadly rain,

What lovely tears, what pretty pain.

Touch this sky,

Full of you dreams & flights,

Just flights through silver clouds,

Just give in to this gusts.

4. A poison tree

(W.Blake)

I was angry with my friend:

I told my wrath, my wrath did end.

I was angry with my foe:

I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I waterd it in fears,

Night & morning with my tears:

And I sunned it with my smiles,

And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both date & night,

Till it bore an apple bright.

And my foe beheld it shine,

And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole,

When the night had veild the pole;

In the morning glad I see,

My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.

Древо яда

Друг обидел, разозлил -

Я в словах свой гнев излил.

Враг нанес обиду мне -

Гнев я спрятал в глубине.

Сон утратил и покой,

Окрополял его слезой,

Над ростками колдовал,

Ковы тайные ковал.

Древо выросло, и вот -

Золотитстый вызрел плод,

Глянцем радуя меня

И врага к себе маня.

Он тайком во тьме ночной

Плод отведал наливной...

Мертвым я врага нашел -

И с улыбкою ушел.

5. Лети, Летай

(Е.Лебедев)

Я прикажу тебе жить,

Меня не надо прощать,

Меня не стоит любить.

Примерь мой парадный костюм,

Он тебе подойдет,

В его кармане билет

На самолет...

Теперь ты старее меня,

Тебе 2000 лет...

Лети, летай !

6. Tower of cry

( А.Тоцкий)

The wind

Blew away the stars from sky,

Behind the hill wich crowned

With the Castle of Cry.

The blind & hungry watchdogs

Drown mouns of wind by howl

And if your thoughts in Castle

Then you'll be there so soon.

Overaved spires pierse the night,

Deaf walls protect you from the lie,

You & Your pain - face to face
The Castle of Cry is your plase.

If you wanna be a Master

Of this No Man's Land,

You must set fire

To the torch in

"Tower of death"

But don't be under a delusion,

The Tower is so high,

You'd better remain in Castle

And listen ewerywhere your cry.

Overaved spires pierse the night,

Deaf wall protect you from the lie,

You & Your pain face to face
The Castle of Cry is your plase.

7. Expulsio

(Лебедев Е.)

Let me go away

Your Sun is black

Leave me alone

I wanna go back

To World of my Dreams

Let me go away

Your stones take my breethe

Leave me alone

I wanna go with

With birds, with my winds.

8. Garden of love

(W.Blake)

I went to the Garden of Love

And saw what I never had seen:

A Chapel was built in the midst,

Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut,

And thou shalt not,writ over the door;

So I turn'd to the Garden of Love,

That so many sweet flowers bore,

And I saw it was filled with graves,

And tomb-stones where flowers should be:

And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds,

And binding with briars, my joys & desires.

Сад любви

Я однажды пошел в Сад Любви -

Я глядел и не верил глазам:

На лугу, где играл столько раз,

Посредине поставили Храм.

Были двери его на замке -

Прочитал я над ними: "Не смей!"

И тогда заглянул в Сад Любви

Посмотреть на цветы юных дней.

Но увидел могилы кругом

И надгробия вместо цветов -

И священники с пеньем моим наслажденьям

Из вервий терновых крепили оковы.

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