11.02.2013 21:10 | |
cadence | http://en.lyrsense.com/slade/far_far_away_s |
20.01.2013 13:41 | |
cadence | Спасибо за помощь. Я тоже имел в виду нечто подобное, Вы подтвердили мои предположения, теперь только нужно будет найти более-менее приличную форму для этого. |
20.01.2013 01:39 | |
pl1 | http://www.stihi.ru/2009/01/08/4955 |
20.01.2013 01:33 | |
pl1 |
I've had a red light of the wrist Without me even gettin' kissed I've had a red light of the wrist Without me even gettin' kissed по моему здесь описаны стандартные "пассы" / действия проститутки, в процессе завлекания клиента, иными словами - ведущие к прямому и моментальному возбуждению клиента. Поцелуи в схему не входят. .................................................. .......... к сожалению прямого разъяснения строк в интернете не нашел. всем и так вроде все понятно... http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/139494/ http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=18129 |
15.01.2013 04:12 | |
cadence |
Прошу помочь с переводом Здравствуйте. Прошу помочь перевести фразу I've had a red light of the wrist Without me even gettin' kissed из песни Slade - Far far away. Вот полный текст. Заранее благодарен, Игорь. I've seen the yellow lights go down the Mississippi I've seen the bridges of the world and they're for real I've had a red light of the wrist Without me even gettin' kissed It still seems so unreal I've seen the morning in the mountains of Alaska I've seen the sunset in the east and in the west I've sang the glory that was Rome And passed the hound dog singer's home It still seems for the best And I'm far, far away With my head up in the clouds And I'm far, far away With my feet down in the crowds Lettin' loose around the world But the call of home is loud, still is loud I've seen the Paris lights from high upon Montmartre And felt the silence hanging low in Nomansland And all those Spanish nights were fine It wasn't only from the wine It still seems all in hand And I'm far, far away With my head up in the clouds And I'm far, far away With my feet down in the crowds Lettin' loose around the world But the call of home is loud, still is loud I've seen the yellow lights go down the Mississippi The grand Bahama island stories carry on And all those arigato smiles Stay in your memory for a while There still seems more to come And I'm far, far away With my head up in the clouds And I'm far, far away With my feet down in the crowds Lettin' loose around the world But the call of home is loud Still is loud And I'm far, far away With my head up in the clouds And I'm far, far away With my feet down in the crowds And I'm far, far away But the sound of home is loud Still is loud. |