Вчера я умер, сегодня я умру, умру и завтра.
Доброго времени суток)
Помогите, пожалуйста, перевести вот это:
“One should never bargain with a fairy…” he thought, pushing the doors wide open.“Especially with a winter fairy…”
Frozen…frozen was the best word to describe her. Beautiful – and cold she was,snow-white, innocent and still – appealing to the deepest corners of his soul,the ones that made him dream. She gave him back life – but that came for a price.
His footsteps resonate too loudly for the empty hallway which he has to cross,watched by ancient stained-glass angels and heroes. That seems not a disturbance to him, though.
He stands before the old, blackened silver mirror, gazing at his reflection until the so-familiar shapes of his face start to twist and change, showing who he really is… who he has become. He knows he’s changed. He knows he can’t be the same after all.
So he stands there, locking his stare with the silvery reflection… fighting what’s left of what he deemed impossible. And he remembers…
The river flowing just for the two of them, shrouded by the thick veil of early mist…
The night holding no secrets, meaning no danger…
Bright sunsets when he woke knowing – he’s not alone…
And the way he couldn’t find his place until twilight covered the town – and the time came to go out…
High towers and the sudden realization that he fears heights no more…
Silent wings flapping in the darkness – bats chasing their prey…
Wild witch dances, when he stood and watched, genuine smile on his face…
… And cold,cold words that set his very soul ablaze – like wine poured over an open wound,meant to cauterize it…
“I know not”
She did what she was meant to, a mere servant of her queen. She gently took the metaphorical bullets out of his chest, mended the holes in his psyche and… gave him shock treatment. She pushed him forward, over the brink – spread the wings or fall like a stone.
He severs the link just as the reflection starts to come to a precise shape.
“I do not want to know”
He strides outside, on a high balcony, tasting the first tears of a rain yet to fall. It’s autumn… Just like then… and it’s just as cold.
“So be it,”he whispers, licking the water from his lips. “I will not betray. For I will not swear loyalty”
He lies to himself and he knows that. But if he doesn’t… he’ll fall.
Funny old world, isn’t it?
Помогите, пожалуйста, перевести вот это:
“One should never bargain with a fairy…” he thought, pushing the doors wide open.“Especially with a winter fairy…”
Frozen…frozen was the best word to describe her. Beautiful – and cold she was,snow-white, innocent and still – appealing to the deepest corners of his soul,the ones that made him dream. She gave him back life – but that came for a price.
His footsteps resonate too loudly for the empty hallway which he has to cross,watched by ancient stained-glass angels and heroes. That seems not a disturbance to him, though.
He stands before the old, blackened silver mirror, gazing at his reflection until the so-familiar shapes of his face start to twist and change, showing who he really is… who he has become. He knows he’s changed. He knows he can’t be the same after all.
So he stands there, locking his stare with the silvery reflection… fighting what’s left of what he deemed impossible. And he remembers…
The river flowing just for the two of them, shrouded by the thick veil of early mist…
The night holding no secrets, meaning no danger…
Bright sunsets when he woke knowing – he’s not alone…
And the way he couldn’t find his place until twilight covered the town – and the time came to go out…
High towers and the sudden realization that he fears heights no more…
Silent wings flapping in the darkness – bats chasing their prey…
Wild witch dances, when he stood and watched, genuine smile on his face…
… And cold,cold words that set his very soul ablaze – like wine poured over an open wound,meant to cauterize it…
“I know not”
She did what she was meant to, a mere servant of her queen. She gently took the metaphorical bullets out of his chest, mended the holes in his psyche and… gave him shock treatment. She pushed him forward, over the brink – spread the wings or fall like a stone.
He severs the link just as the reflection starts to come to a precise shape.
“I do not want to know”
He strides outside, on a high balcony, tasting the first tears of a rain yet to fall. It’s autumn… Just like then… and it’s just as cold.
“So be it,”he whispers, licking the water from his lips. “I will not betray. For I will not swear loyalty”
He lies to himself and he knows that. But if he doesn’t… he’ll fall.
Funny old world, isn’t it?
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28.02.2011 в 18:53-
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28.02.2011 в 19:19Дело в том что мне очень нужен правильный перевод... очень-очень нужен...
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02.03.2011 в 03:44