This will be the day that i die
This will be the day that i die
Перевод песни American pie (Madonna)
American pie
Американский пирог
A long, long time ago
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile
And I knew that if I had my chance
I could make those people dance
And maybe they’d be happy for a while
Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so
Now do you believe in rock ‘n roll
And can music save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to dance real slow
Well I know that you’re in love with him
‘Cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm ‘n blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew that I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singin’
Bye bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, «This will be the day that I die,
This will be the day that I die.»
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
Well I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play
Well now in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire the most
The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
We start singin’
Много, много времени прошло,
Но я могу припомнить
Как я улыбалась от этой музыки
И я знала, если мне выпал шанс
Я могу заставить этих людей танцевать!
И может быть они будут счастливы, пока.
Ты писал книгу любви?
И веришь ли ты в бога на небесах?
Если тебе Библия так говорит.
А сейчас ты веришь в рок-н-ролл?
И может ли музыка спасти твою смертную душу?
И можешь ты научить меня танцевать по настоящему медленно?
Хорошо, я знаю что ты влюблён в него.
Потому что я видела, как вы танцевали в спортзале,
Вы оба сбросили обувь
О да, я в восторге от этого ритм-энд-блюза.
Я была одиноким подростком-дебоширом
С розовой гвоздикой и грузовичком-пикапом.
Но я знала что я неудачница!
В день когда музыка умерла, я начала петь!
Пока, пока Мисс Американский пирог,
Я поехала в своем «шеви» на вечеринку, но там была скукота,
А парни пили виски и водку
И пели: «Сегодня я умру,
Сегодня я умру»
Я встретила девушку которая пела блюз
И я попросила её сказать мне какую-нибудь хорошую новость
Но она только улыбнулась и отвернулась
Хорошо, я пошла в священный магазин,
Где я много лет назад слышала эту музыку,
Но продавец сказал, что музыки не будет.
Хорошо, сейчас на улицах дети кричат,
Любовники плачут, а поэты мечтают
Но не слова не было сказано,
Все церковные колокола разбились.
Трое мужчин, которых я люблю больше всего:
Отец, Сын и Святой дух,
Они поймали последний поезд на побережье,
В тот день, когда музыка умерла.
Мы начинаем петь.
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American pie
A long, long time ago
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile
And I knew that if I had my chance
I could make those people dance
And maybe they’d be happy for a while
Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so
Now do you believe in rock ‘n roll
And can music save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to dance real slow
Well I know that you’re in love with him
‘Cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm ‘n blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew that I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singin’
Bye bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, «This will be the day that I die,
This will be the day that I die.»
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
Well I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play
Well now in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire the most
The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
We start singin’
Американский пирог
Много, много времени прошло,
Но я могу припомнить
Как я улыбалась от этой музыки
И я знала, если мне выпал шанс
Я могу заставить этих людей танцевать!
И может быть они будут счастливы, пока.
Ты писал книгу любви?
И веришь ли ты в бога на небесах?
Если тебе Библия так говорит.
А сейчас ты веришь в рок-н-ролл?
И может ли музыка спасти твою смертную душу?
И можешь ты научить меня танцевать по настоящему медленно?
Хорошо, я знаю что ты влюблён в него.
Потому что я видела, как вы танцевали в спортзале,
Вы оба сбросили обувь
О да, я в восторге от этого ритм-энд-блюза.
Я была одиноким подростком-дебоширом
С розовой гвоздикой и грузовичком-пикапом.
Но я знала что я неудачница!
В день когда музыка умерла, я начала петь!
Пока, пока Мисс Американский пирог,
Я поехала в своем «шеви» на вечеринку, но там была скукота,
А парни пили виски и водку
И пели: «Сегодня я умру,
Сегодня я умру»
Я встретила девушку которая пела блюз
И я попросила её сказать мне какую-нибудь хорошую новость
Но она только улыбнулась и отвернулась
Хорошо, я пошла в священный магазин,
Где я много лет назад слышала эту музыку,
Но продавец сказал, что музыки не будет.
Хорошо, сейчас на улицах дети кричат,
Любовники плачут, а поэты мечтают
Но не слова не было сказано,
Все церковные колокола разбились.
«American Pie» lyrics
Don McLean Lyrics
A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they’d be happy for a while
But February made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn’t take one more step
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died
So bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey ‘n rye
Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die
Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so?
Now do you believe in rock and roll?
Can music save your mortal soul?
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Well, I know that you’re in love with him
‘Cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey ‘n rye
Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die
Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone
But that’s not how it used to be
When the jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me
Oh, and while the king was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lennin read a book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey ‘n rye
Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die
Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the halftime air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
‘Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?
We started singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey ‘n rye
And singin’ this’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die
Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
‘Cause fire is the devil’s only friend
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in Hell
Could break that Satan’s spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey ‘n rye
And singin’ this’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play
And in the streets, the children screamed
The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
And they were singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey ‘n rye
Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die
They were singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey ‘n rye
And singin’ this’ll be the day that I die
«American Pie» lyrics
Home Free Lyrics
«American Pie»
(feat. and originally by Don McLean)
A long, long time ago
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they’d be happy for a while
But February made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn’t take one more step
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died
So bye, bye, miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys are drinking whiskey and rye
Singing, «This will be the day that I die»
«This will be the day that I die»
Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so? (Tells me so)
Now do you believe in rock ‘n roll
Can music save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to dance real slow? (Teach me how to dance real slow)
Well, I know that you’re in love with him
‘Cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singing, bye, bye, miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys are drinking whiskey and rye
Singing, «This will be the day that I die»
«This will be the day that I die»
Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone
But that’s not how it used to be (How it used to be)
When the jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me
Oh, and while the king was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lennon read a book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
Ah, we were singing, bye, bye, miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys are drinking whiskey and rye
Singing, «This will be the day that I die»
«This will be the day that I die»
Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and fallin’ fast
It landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
‘Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?
We started singing, bye, bye, miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys are drinking whiskey and rye
Singing, «This will be the day that I die»
«This will be the day that I die»
Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again (Start again)
So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick, ’cause
Fire is the devil’s only friend
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in hell
Could break that Satan’s spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
And he were singing, bye, bye, miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys are drinking whiskey and rye
Singing, «This will be the day that I die»
«This will be the day that I die»
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play
And in the streets, the children screamed
The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The father, son, and the holy ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
And they were singing, bye, bye, miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys are drinking whiskey and rye
Singing, «This will be the day that I die»
«This will be the day that I die»
A long, long time ago I can still remember
Это было давным-давно, но я всё ещё помню,
How that music used to make me smile.
Как эта музыка заставляла меня улыбаться.
And I knew that if I had my chance
Я знала, что если бы у меня была возможность,
I could make those people dance,
Я бы могла заставить тех людей танцевать,
And maybe they’d be happy for a while.
И, может быть, они бы стали хоть немного счастливее.
Did you write the book of love?
Писал ли ты книгу о любви?
And do you have faith in God above
И веришь ли ты в Бога на небесах,
If the Bible tells you so.
Если так говорит Библия?
Now do you believe in rock’n’roll?
Ты веришь в рок-н-ролл?
And can music save your mortal soul?
Может ли музыка спасти твою смертную душу?
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Ты научишь меня, как правильно танцевать медленные танцы?
Well, I know that you’re in love with him
Я знаю, что ты влюбилась в него,
‘Cause I saw you dancing in the gym.
Потому что я видела вас обоих, танцующими в спортзале.
You both kicked off your shoes
Вы оба сбросили ботинки,
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.
Эй, я всё-таки разбираюсь в ритм-н-блюзе!
I was a lonely teenage broken buck
Я была одиноким, несчастным подростком.
With a pink carnation and a pick-up truck,
С розовой гвоздикой и пикапом.
But I knew that I was out of luck the day the music died.
Но я знала, что мне не повезло в тот день, когда умерла музыка.