Честно сказать, мне безразлично, чем захлебнешься ты…
Время... В последнее время на ум все чаще приходят строчки из известной песни Pink Floyd под названием "Time". До чего же они правдивы! И, к сожалению, прошлого не вернуть, ничего не изменить, а время все идет, и ты с каждым бессмысленно потраченным днем становишься старше...
Но все в наших руках, главное - не проморгать всю жизнь!
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day,
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town,
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain,
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking,
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time!
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines,
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way.
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I’d something more to say.
Но все в наших руках, главное - не проморгать всю жизнь!
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day,
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town,
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain,
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking,
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time!
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines,
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way.
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I’d something more to say.
В общем, приветы всем)))