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Time
Time.


Music: Nick Mason, Richard Wright, David Gilmour, Roger Waters
Music: Nick Mason, Richard Wright, David Gilmour, Roger Waters
Text: Roger Waters
TEXT: Roger Waters
Vocal: David Gilmour, Richard Wright
Vocal: David Gilmour, Richard Wright


About Song:
About Song:
Time — одна из самых известных песен группы. Представляет собой семиминутную концептуальную рок-композицию, состоящую из двух практически независимых частей: развёрнутого инструментального intro и собственно песни. Time начинается с полифонического звона многочисленных часов и будильников, первоначально записанного Парсонсом для тестовой квадрофонической пластинки. Каждый звон был записан отдельно в различных антикварных магазинах. Далее следует партия ударных Ника Мэйсона, сопровождающаяся перебором двух басовых струн Уотерса. После инструментальной части звучит вокал Дэвида Гилмора, который поёт куплеты, припевы же поёт Ричард Райт, звучит также женский бэк-вокал. В конце композиции репризой звучит тема «Breathe». Гитарное соло Гилмора было помещено читателями американского журнала Guitar World на 21 место среди самых великих соло за всю историю. Композиция была использована в телесериале "Жизнь на Марсе".
Time is one of the most famous songs of the group. It is a seven-minute conceptual rock composition consisting of two practically independent parts: deployed tool intro and song itself. Time begins with a polyphonic ring of numerous hours and alarm clocks, originally recorded by Parsons for a test quadrofonic plate. Each ringing was recorded separately in various antique stores. Then follows the strike of the drum nika mason, accompanied by the bust of the two Basovy Strings of Waters. After the instrumental part, David Gilmor's vocals sounds, which sings couples, Richard Wright sings the chorus, and female back-vocals sounds. At the end of the composition, the topic "Breathe" sounds a reprise. Gilmore's guitar solo was placed by readers of the American magazine Guitar World on the 21st place among the greatest solo in the history. The composition was used in the television series "Life on Mars".


Lyric:
Lyric:
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Ticking Away The Moments That Make Up a Dull Day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
You Fritter and Waste The Hours in An Off Hand Way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Kicking Around on a Piece of Ground in Your Home Town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Waiting For Someone Or Something To Show You The Way


Tired of lying in the sunshine
Tired of Lying In the Sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
Staying Home To Watch The Rain
You are young and life is long and
You are Young and Life Is Long and
There is time to kill today
There Is Time to Kill Today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
AND THEN ONE DAY YOU FIND TEN YEARS HAVE GOT BEHIND YOU
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
No One Told You WHEN TO RUN, YOU MISSED THE STARTITION GUN


And you run and you run to catch up with the sun,
And You Run and You Run to Catch Up with the Sun
But it's sinking
But It's Sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
And Racing Around To Come Up Behind You Again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
The Sun Is The Same In The Relative Way, But You're Older
And shorter of breath and one day closer to death
AND SHORTER OF BREATH AND ONE DAY CLOSER TO DEATH


Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Every Year Is Getting Shorter, Never Seem to Find The Time
Plans that either come to naught
Plans That Either Come to Naught
Or half a page of scribbled lines
OR HALF A PAGE OF SCRIBBLED LINES
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
Hanging On In QUiet Desperation Is The English Way
The time is gone the song is over,
The Time IS Gone The Song Is Over
Thought I'd something more to say
Thought i'd Something More to Say


Breathe (Reprise)
Breathe (REPRISE)


Home, home again
Home, Home Again
I like to be here when I can
I Like To Be Here When I Can
When I come in cold and tired
WHEN I COME IN COLD AND TIRED
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
IT's Good to Warm My Bones Beside The Fire
Far away across the field
FAR AWAY ACROSS THE FIELD
The tolling of the iron bell
THE TOLLING OF THE IRON BELL
Calls the faithful to their knees
Calls The Faithful to their Knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell
To Hear The Softly Spoken Magic Spell


Тикают секунды, наполняя скучный день,
Tick ​​seconds, filling a boring day,
Ты разбрасываешься по мелочам и понапрасну тратишь время,
You scatter on trifles and spend time spent time
Вертишься вокруг клочка земли родного города,
Retrieve around the bar of the land of the native city,
В ожидании, что кто-то или что-то укажет тебе путь.
Waiting for someone or something will tell you the way.


Надоело лежать на солнце и глазеть из окна на дождь,
Tired of lying in the sun and stare from the window on the rain,
Ты молод, жизнь длинна и есть время, чтобы убить сегодняшний день.
You are young, life is long and there is time to kill today.
И вдруг ты замечаешь, что прибавил еще десяток лет,
And suddenly you notice that I added ten more years,
Никто не сказал тебе, когда бежать, и ты прозевал выстрел стартового пистолета.
No one told you when to run, and you did notice the shot of the starting pistol.


А ты бежал и бежал догоняя солнце, но оно ускользало
And you ran and ran to catch up with the sun, but it eluded
И обегая по кругу, снова вставало позади тебя.
And around the circle, again got up behind you.
Солнце относительно тоже, что и раньше, только ты постарел,
The sun is relatively also that before, only you have come,
С перебоями в дыхании, на день ближе к смерти.
With interruptions in breathing, a day closer to death.


Каждый год все короче и короче, на все просто не хватает времени,
Every year, everything is shorter and shorter, everything is just not enough time,
На планы, которые ни к чему не приводят, на полстранички поэтических каракуль.
On plans that do not lead to anything, on the polystalls of poetic doodle.
Цепляться за жизнь со спокойным отчаяньем, в стиле англичан.
We cling to life with calm despair, in the style of the British.
Время вышло, песня спета, думаю, я слишком многое сказал.
The time came out, Song Song, I think I said too much.
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