"Fragile" - Sting
Ñòîìàíà ñ ïëúò ñå ñëèâà,
çà äà áëèêíå êúðâàâ èçâîð
è àêî ïðåñúõíå êàòî äàìãà
îò êàðìèíåí çàëåç,
ñóòðåøíèÿò äúæä ùå ÿ îòìèå.
Íî ñÿíêà â óìîâåòå ùå âèòàå.
Íàâÿðíî ñúñ çàìàõ ïîñëåäåí è îò÷àÿí
ïîäïèñâàò ñìúðòåí äîãîâîð ñúñ ñåáå ñè
çà íåíàñèëèå â ñìèðåíèå
ðîäåíèòå
âúâ âîéíñòâåíà äðåõà,
çà äà íå çàáðàâèì
êîëêî ñìå êðåõêè.
Äúæäúò áàâíî ñå ñòè÷à
êàòî ñúëçà îò çâåçäèòå.
Äúæäúò ùå íè ïðèïîìíè ëåêî
êîëêî âñúùíîñò ñìå êðåõêè.
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If blood will flow when fresh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay
Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime's argument
That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are