Человек без Имени \ Man without a Name (Draft 1)

Man without a Name (Nautilus Pompilius,1989)

All the gold of this world won’t provide you pleasure,

All of the castles and banks couldn’t contain your treasures.

You don’t know doubts and fear, known by all but few.

You are the man without a name, and I am terrified of you.

At 7 o’clock this morning you reached the aerial borders,

And every single army are calling their men to quarters.

You ride on the burning comets, you shower in the morning dew,

You are the man without a name, and I am in awe of you.

Chorus:


Take me along to the edge of this world,
And away from the trap of the useless words.

And once we find this edge, let's just jump off.
And as we fall, and as we fall, we may forget this life.


All of the women of this world couldn't exhaust your passion,
And toward all tanks and guns you will stroll in style and fashion.
You are an unconquared captive, who sees through the prison's walls.
You are the man without a name, without home, stuff, or clothes.

Chorus:


Take me along to the edge of this world,
And away from the trap of the useless words.

And once we find this edge, let's just jump off.
And as we fall, and as we fall, we may forget this life.