Текст песни Peter Hammill - Driven
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Just throw your luggage into the back of the car.
We'll drive around until you think I've gone too far
but you can't go home,
no, there's no way home.
You haven't lost the plot but there's detail you lack.
This is a one-way trip and there's no turning back.
No protestation can divert us from the track we're set upon.
Soon it's done and dusted and we're gone.
No-one ever knows the road they're on."
I'm driven by my younger self into a corner. I remember dreaming the
open road.
Dreaming the open road...
I liked to think I had control but my hands on the wheel
were guided by some outside force as my future revealed.
I slalomed through life's obstacles more on instinct than feel.
I picked myself up as a hitcher and it's really quite a deal
to see this lifelong journey through his eyes.
Just as we got going we've arrived.
We're driven by our older selves into what we become
and all our careful planning turns out strictly rule of thumb.
We're driven by ourselves but dream we're free, on the open road.
Free, on the open road.
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"Я знаю, что ты до сих пор не уловил нить этой истории.
Просто бросил свой багаж на заднее сиденье машины.
Мы будем ездить вокруг, пока ты не подумаешь, что я зашел слишком далеко, но ты не сможешь отправиться домой,
нет, нет пути домой.
Ты не потерял карты; но есть детали, которых не хватает.
Это - путешествие в один конец, не будет разворота назад.
Никакие протесты не уведут нас с жизненного курса, по которому мы движемся.
Вскоре он будет завершен и ассыплется в прах, а мы - уйдем.
Никто никогда не узнает дороги, по которой мы идем."
Молодое во мне ведет меня в угол. Я помню мечты об открытой дороге.
Мечты об открытой дороге...
Мне нравилось думать, что я все контролирую, но, как показало мое будущее, мои руки на руле
управлялись внешними силами.
Я уворачивался от жизненных трудностей больше на инстинкте, чем на ощущениях.
Я подобрал самого себя как хитчхайкера, и это действительно правильно - наблюдать, как это путешествие длиною в жизнь проходит перед его глазами.
Как только мы отправились - мы уже приехали.
Старое в нас ведет нас в то, чем мы становимся,
и все наше тщательно спланированное беспощадно выворачивается наизнанку в процессе практической реализации.
Мы ведомы собой, но мечтаем, что мы свободны, на открытой дороге.
Свободны, на открытой дороге. & Quot; I know you have not got the thread of the story so far.
Just throw your luggage into the back of the car.
We'll drive around until you think I've gone too far
but you can not go home,
no, there's no way home.
You have not lost the plot but there's detail you lack.
This is a one-way trip and there's no turning back.
No protestation can divert us from the track we're set upon.
Soon it's done and dusted and we're gone.
No-one ever knows the road they're on. & Quot;
I'm driven by my younger self into a corner. I remember dreaming the
open road.
Dreaming the open road ...
I liked to think I had control but my hands on the wheel
were guided by some outside force as my future revealed.
I slalomed through life's obstacles more on instinct than feel.
I picked myself up as a hitcher and it's really quite a deal
to see this lifelong journey through his eyes.
Just as we got going we've arrived.
We're driven by our older selves into what we become
and all our careful planning turns out strictly rule of thumb.
We're driven by ourselves but dream we're free, on the open road.
Free, on the open road.
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& Quot; I know that you still have not picked up the thread of the story.
Just threw my luggage into the back seat of the car.
We will drive around until you think I'm going too far, but you can not go home,
no, no way home.
You have not lost the card; but there are parts that are missing.
This is - one-way trip will not turn back.
No protests will not lead us to the life-course, in which we are moving.
Soon it will be completed and assypletsya to dust, and we - leave.
No one will ever know the road on which we walk. & Quot;
Young in me leads me into a corner. I remember the dreams of the open road.
Dreams of the open road ...
I like to think that I'm in control, but, as shown by my future, my hands on the wheel
controlled by external forces.
I'm dodging life's difficulties more on instinct than on feelings.
I picked myself as hitchhaykera, and it's really well - to see how this journey of a lifetime passes before his eyes.
As soon as we went - we have already arrived.
Old in us leads us into what we are,
and all of our carefully planned ruthlessly turned inside out in the process of implementation.
We are led by them, but to dream that we are free, on the open road.
Free, on the open road.
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