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Саймон и Гарфункель

Саймон и Гарфункель

℗ 1974 Мелодия С62 04955-56

Саймон и Гарфункель • 1974 • Саймон и Гарфункель

Миньон фирмы «Мелодия».

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Я — Гора (I am a Rock)

(П. Саймон)

A winter's day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I've built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

Don't talk of love,
But I've heard the words before;
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.

Возвращающийся Домой (Homeward Bound)

(П. Саймон)

I'm sittin' in the railway station
Got a ticket for my destination, mm
On a tour of one-night stands
My suitcase and guitar in hand
And every stop is neatly planned
For a poet and a one-man band

Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound

Home, where my thought's escapin'
Home, where my music's playin'
Home, where my love lies waitin' silently for me

Every day's an endless stream
Of cigarettes and magazines, mm
And each town looks the same to me
The movies and the factories
And every stranger's face I see
Reminds me that I long to be

Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound

Home, where my thought's escapin'
Home, where my music's playin'
Home, where my love lies waitin' silently for me

Tonight I'll sing my songs again
I'll play the game and pretend, mm-mm
But all my words come back to me
In shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony
I need someone to comfort me

Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound

Home, where my thought's escapin'
Home, where my music's playin'
Home, where my love lies waitin' silently for me
Silently for me

Боксёр (The Boxer)

(П. Саймон)

I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles
Such are promises

All lies and jest
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest

When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station
Running scared

Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know

Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue

I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me
Leading me
Going home

In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains