The Beatles - Fixing a Hole
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Я дыры латать в крыше стал от дождей,
Чтоб не промок усталый мозг
От сомнений.
Я щели заткнул наружных дверей,
Чтоб не задуло ветром мозг
Разных мнений.
И неважно кто что скажет, хоть неправ -
Я прав,
В судьбе своей я прав,
В судьбе своей.
Вижу всюду я людей, что чем взрослей, тем только злей,
И чудо, что не у моих дверей.
Раскрашу я комнаты повеселей,
Чтобы не увял усталый мозг
От волнений.
И неважно кто что скажет, хоть неправ -
Я прав,
В судьбе своей я прав,
В судьбе своей.
Толпы глупых есть везде, от них всё время
Как в беде - шли мимо бы моих дверей.
И время найти для забытых вещей,
Неважных будто бы вчера,
Всё нужней мне.
Крышу я стал от дождей латать,
Чтоб не промок усталый мозг
От сомнений...
Щели в дверях стал я затыкать,
Чтоб ветром не задуло мозг
Разных мнений...
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I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where will it go
I'm filling the cracks that ran through the door
And kept my mind from wandering
Where will it go
And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong
I'm right
Where I belong I'm right
Where I belong.
See the people standing there who disagree and never win
And wonder why they don't get in my door.
I'm painting my room in the colourful way
And when my mind is wandering
There I will go.
And it really doesn't matter if
I'm wrong I'm right
Where I belong I'm right
Where I belong.
Silly people run around they worry me
And never ask me why they don't get past my door.
I'm taking the time for a number of things
That weren't important yesterday
And I still go.
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where it will go.
Чтоб не промок усталый мозг
От сомнений.
Я щели заткнул наружных дверей,
Чтоб не задуло ветром мозг
Разных мнений.
И неважно кто что скажет, хоть неправ -
Я прав,
В судьбе своей я прав,
В судьбе своей.
Вижу всюду я людей, что чем взрослей, тем только злей,
И чудо, что не у моих дверей.
Раскрашу я комнаты повеселей,
Чтобы не увял усталый мозг
От волнений.
И неважно кто что скажет, хоть неправ -
Я прав,
В судьбе своей я прав,
В судьбе своей.
Толпы глупых есть везде, от них всё время
Как в беде - шли мимо бы моих дверей.
И время найти для забытых вещей,
Неважных будто бы вчера,
Всё нужней мне.
Крышу я стал от дождей латать,
Чтоб не промок усталый мозг
От сомнений...
Щели в дверях стал я затыкать,
Чтоб ветром не задуло мозг
Разных мнений...
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I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where will it go
I'm filling the cracks that ran through the door
And kept my mind from wandering
Where will it go
And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong
I'm right
Where I belong I'm right
Where I belong.
See the people standing there who disagree and never win
And wonder why they don't get in my door.
I'm painting my room in the colourful way
And when my mind is wandering
There I will go.
And it really doesn't matter if
I'm wrong I'm right
Where I belong I'm right
Where I belong.
Silly people run around they worry me
And never ask me why they don't get past my door.
I'm taking the time for a number of things
That weren't important yesterday
And I still go.
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where it will go.
I began to patch holes in the roof from the rains,
So that the tired brain is not wet
From doubts.
I shut up the outer doors.
So that the brain does not blow out the wind
Different opinions.
And it doesn’t matter who will say what, at least is wrong -
I'm right,
I am right in my fate
In his fate.
I see everywhere people that the more growing up, the only evil,
And a miracle that not at my door.
I will paint the rooms more than the room
So that the tired brain does not fade
From excitement.
And it doesn’t matter who will say what, at least is wrong -
I'm right,
I am right in my fate
In his fate.
The crowds of stupid are everywhere, from them all the time
As in trouble - they would walk past my doors.
And to find time for forgotten things,
Unimportant as if yesterday
I need everything.
I began to patch the roof from rains,
So that the tired brain is not wet
From doubts ...
The cracks in the doorway I began to plug it,
So that the wind does not blow out the wind
Different opinions ...
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I'M Fixing a Hole Where The Rain Gets in
And Stops My Mind from Wandering
WHERE Will It GO
I'M Filling the Cracks that Ran Through The Door
And Kept My Mind from Wandering
WHERE Will It GO
And it Really soresn '
I'M Right
What I Belong i'm Right
What I Belong.
See the People Standing There Who Disagree and Never Win
And Wonder Who They Donmet Get in My Door.
I'M Painting My Room in the Colorful Way
And when my mind is wandering
There i Will GO.
And it Really soresn`t Matter if
I'M Wrong i'm Right
What I Belong i'm Right
What I Belong.
Silly People Run Around They Worry Me
And Never ask Me Why the Donat Get Past My Door.
I'M Taking the Time for a Number of Things
That Weren't Important Yesterday
And I Still Go.
I'M Fixing a Hole Where The Rain Gets in
And Stops My Mind from Wandering
Were it will go.
So that the tired brain is not wet
From doubts.
I shut up the outer doors.
So that the brain does not blow out the wind
Different opinions.
And it doesn’t matter who will say what, at least is wrong -
I'm right,
I am right in my fate
In his fate.
I see everywhere people that the more growing up, the only evil,
And a miracle that not at my door.
I will paint the rooms more than the room
So that the tired brain does not fade
From excitement.
And it doesn’t matter who will say what, at least is wrong -
I'm right,
I am right in my fate
In his fate.
The crowds of stupid are everywhere, from them all the time
As in trouble - they would walk past my doors.
And to find time for forgotten things,
Unimportant as if yesterday
I need everything.
I began to patch the roof from rains,
So that the tired brain is not wet
From doubts ...
The cracks in the doorway I began to plug it,
So that the wind does not blow out the wind
Different opinions ...
------------------------------------------- ----
I'M Fixing a Hole Where The Rain Gets in
And Stops My Mind from Wandering
WHERE Will It GO
I'M Filling the Cracks that Ran Through The Door
And Kept My Mind from Wandering
WHERE Will It GO
And it Really soresn '
I'M Right
What I Belong i'm Right
What I Belong.
See the People Standing There Who Disagree and Never Win
And Wonder Who They Donmet Get in My Door.
I'M Painting My Room in the Colorful Way
And when my mind is wandering
There i Will GO.
And it Really soresn`t Matter if
I'M Wrong i'm Right
What I Belong i'm Right
What I Belong.
Silly People Run Around They Worry Me
And Never ask Me Why the Donat Get Past My Door.
I'M Taking the Time for a Number of Things
That Weren't Important Yesterday
And I Still Go.
I'M Fixing a Hole Where The Rain Gets in
And Stops My Mind from Wandering
Were it will go.
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