Soldier of fortune

Soldier of fortune
Ñîëäàò óäà÷è
I have often told you stories
About the way,
I lived the life of a drifter
Waiting for the day.
When I'd take your hand and sing you songs
Then maybe you would say
Come, lay with me, love me
And I would surely stay

But I feel I'm growing older
And the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound of a windmill goin' round
I guess I'll always be
A soldier of fortune

Many times I've been a traveller
I looked for something new
In days of old, when nights were cold
I wandered without you
But those days I thought my eyes
Had seen you standing near
Though blindness is confusing
It shows that you're not here

But I feel I'm growing older
And the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound of a windmill goin' round
I guess I'll always be
A soldier of fortune
Yes, I can hear the sound of a windmill goin' round
I guess I'll always be
A soldier of fortune

ß ÷àñòî ðàññêàçûâàë òåáå
Î ìîåì ïóòè,
Êàê ÿ æèë æèçíüþ áðîäÿãè
 îæèäàíèè äíÿ,
Êîãäà âîçüìó òåáÿ çà ðóêó è ñïîþ òåáå ïåñíè.
Òû, âîçìîæíî, ïîïðîñèëà áû ìåíÿ
Ïðèéòè, îñòàòüñÿ ñ òîáîé,
È ÿ áû, êîíå÷íî, îñòàëñÿ

Íî ÿ ÷óâñòâóþ, ÷òî ñòàíîâëþñü ñòàðøå,
È ñïåòûå ìíîþ ïåñíè -
Ëèøü ýõî âäàëåêå.
Êàê çâóê âåòðÿíîé ìåëüíèöû,
Âèäíî, áûòü ìíå âñåãäà
Ñîëäàòîì óäà÷è

ß ìíîãî ïóòåøåñòâîâàë,
Èñêàë ÷òî-òî íîâîå,
Ðàíüøå, õîëîäíûìè íî÷àìè
ß ñêèòàëñÿ áåç òåáÿ.
Íî â òå äíè ÿ äóìàë, ÷òî ìîè ãëàçà
Âèäåëè òåáÿ ïîáëèçîñòè,
Õîòÿ âîêðóã ñëåïàÿ òüìà,
È ÿñíî, ÷òî òåáÿ íåò ðÿäîì

È ÿ ÷óâñòâóþ, ÷òî ñòàíîâëþñü ñòàðøå,
È ñïåòûå ìíîþ ïåñíè -
Ëèøü ýõî âäàëåêå.
Êàê çâóê âåòðÿíîé ìåëüíèöû,
Âèäíî, áûòü ìíå âñåãäà
Ñîëäàòîì óäà÷è
Äà, ÿ ñëûøó çâóê âåòðÿíîé ìåëüíèöû
Âèäíî, áûòü ìíå âñåãäà
Ñîëäàòîì óäà÷è