Hardy - Последний фокус - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

1. Fear is always unknown to those

Who have crossed the line:

Secret and faith are like sisters.

Let the crowd wonder aloud

What the scarlet silk conceals:

Time to remain silent to questions.

The pattern of your hands for shining eyes is hard to discern.

Somewhere far away, they begin to spin the coarse thread of life.

Games for onlookers: the rules are simple, if you love drama,

But act after act, from night until dawn, doubt cannot be avoided.

2. You did not know the simple path,

But you knew how to take a blow

And not to grimace skillfully.

Someone loves the farce, but you value only the gift,

And uncontrollable feelings.

The black cloak is torn off: everything seems serious, the light is almost extinguished. The hall is stiflingly hot, the soul is frozen, the mysteries of ecstasy...

Again, sleight of hand, the audience is enraptured, fame knocks you down,

With the corners of your lips you whisper: "Nonsense," who knows?

3. Like a guard on duty,

You serve your concert.

You wrote everything precisely according to the notes.

How to fill the void, if death is still a secret?

Time creeps like a coyote.

Bridge: What do mirrors and pools of silver know,

You yourself will never ask.

All around is ash and faith in miracles, but you won't give up your dream.

Searching for answers is in vain, so buy a ticket to the show at seven o'clock.

All around are words, there's no truth behind them in the eclipse of the gods...

Chorus 1: Again a whisper in a necklace of dreams,

You're always ready to listen to the spirits,

Everything is so strange in the pre-dawn darkness:

Life is preparing a trick for you too.

Interlude:

And in the stickiest darkness of ignorance, the light of hope for one's own mind is born.

4. Candles on the table, silence pours through a hundred years.

The truth is in the head, it's hard to guess: to believe or not.

The veil has fallen, the secret has ended, the age of bitter knowledge is approaching.

Chilling winds, piles of newspapers multiply the plot with the echo of your clever deeds.

5. The past weighs on the chest, the future like an executioner:

"From the other side" is inaccessible.

Only your quiet voice is louder than the mournful cry:

It's hard to part with hope.

Bridge: What mirrors and silver pools know,

You yourself will never ask.

All around is ash and faith in miracles, but you won't give up your dream.

Searching for answers is in vain, so buy a ticket to the show at seven o'clock.

All around are words, there is no truth behind them in the eclipse of the gods...

Chorus 2: Again a whisper in a necklace of dreams,

You are always ready to listen to the spirits,

Everything is so strange in the predawn darkness:

Life is preparing a trick for you too.

What will happen in a hundred years?

Everyone wants to find the answer.

Anticipation, and the hall is full!

He has created this show again.

As before, the lights go out in the hall.

Reporters, piles of newspapers.

And the herald immediately opened the envelope...

But there is no secret at all,

But there is no secret at all,

But there is no secret at all...!