ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском

ΠŸΠ΅Ρ€Π΅Π²ΠΎΠ΄ пСсни Take me to church (Hozier)

ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском. Star Full. ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском Ρ„ΠΎΡ‚ΠΎ. ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском-Star Full. ΠΊΠ°Ρ€Ρ‚ΠΈΠ½ΠΊΠ° ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском. ΠΊΠ°Ρ€Ρ‚ΠΈΠ½ΠΊΠ° Star Full. My lover's got humour, She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshipped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She is the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week We were born sick, you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me 'worship in the bedroom' The only heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be wellΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском. Star Full. ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском Ρ„ΠΎΡ‚ΠΎ. ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском-Star Full. ΠΊΠ°Ρ€Ρ‚ΠΈΠ½ΠΊΠ° ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском. ΠΊΠ°Ρ€Ρ‚ΠΈΠ½ΠΊΠ° Star Full. My lover's got humour, She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshipped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She is the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week We were born sick, you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me 'worship in the bedroom' The only heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be wellΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском. Star Full. ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском Ρ„ΠΎΡ‚ΠΎ. ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском-Star Full. ΠΊΠ°Ρ€Ρ‚ΠΈΠ½ΠΊΠ° ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском. ΠΊΠ°Ρ€Ρ‚ΠΈΠ½ΠΊΠ° Star Full. My lover's got humour, She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshipped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She is the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week We were born sick, you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me 'worship in the bedroom' The only heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be wellΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском. Star Full. ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском Ρ„ΠΎΡ‚ΠΎ. ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском-Star Full. ΠΊΠ°Ρ€Ρ‚ΠΈΠ½ΠΊΠ° ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском. ΠΊΠ°Ρ€Ρ‚ΠΈΠ½ΠΊΠ° Star Full. My lover's got humour, She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshipped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She is the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week We were born sick, you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me 'worship in the bedroom' The only heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском. Star Full. ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском Ρ„ΠΎΡ‚ΠΎ. ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском-Star Full. ΠΊΠ°Ρ€Ρ‚ΠΈΠ½ΠΊΠ° ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском. ΠΊΠ°Ρ€Ρ‚ΠΈΠ½ΠΊΠ° Star Full. My lover's got humour, She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshipped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She is the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week We were born sick, you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me 'worship in the bedroom' The only heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well

ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском. like normal. ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском Ρ„ΠΎΡ‚ΠΎ. ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском-like normal. ΠΊΠ°Ρ€Ρ‚ΠΈΠ½ΠΊΠ° ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском. ΠΊΠ°Ρ€Ρ‚ΠΈΠ½ΠΊΠ° like normal. My lover's got humour, She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshipped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She is the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week We were born sick, you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me 'worship in the bedroom' The only heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well

Take me to church

ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском. print. ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском Ρ„ΠΎΡ‚ΠΎ. ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском-print. ΠΊΠ°Ρ€Ρ‚ΠΈΠ½ΠΊΠ° ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском. ΠΊΠ°Ρ€Ρ‚ΠΈΠ½ΠΊΠ° print. My lover's got humour, She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshipped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She is the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week We were born sick, you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me 'worship in the bedroom' The only heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском. f bigger. ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском Ρ„ΠΎΡ‚ΠΎ. ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском-f bigger. ΠΊΠ°Ρ€Ρ‚ΠΈΠ½ΠΊΠ° ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском. ΠΊΠ°Ρ€Ρ‚ΠΈΠ½ΠΊΠ° f bigger. My lover's got humour, She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshipped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She is the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week We were born sick, you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me 'worship in the bedroom' The only heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском. f smaller. ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском Ρ„ΠΎΡ‚ΠΎ. ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском-f smaller. ΠΊΠ°Ρ€Ρ‚ΠΈΠ½ΠΊΠ° ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском. ΠΊΠ°Ρ€Ρ‚ΠΈΠ½ΠΊΠ° f smaller. My lover's got humour, She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshipped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She is the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week We were born sick, you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me 'worship in the bedroom' The only heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well

ΠžΡ‚Π²Π΅Π΄ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ

My lover’s got humour,
She’s the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody’s disapproval
I should’ve worshipped her sooner
If the Heavens ever did speak
She is the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday’s getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
We were born sick, you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She tells me ‘worship in the bedroom’
The only heaven I’ll be sent to
Is when I’m alone with you
I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

If I’m a pagan of the good times
My lover’s the sunlight
To keep the goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
To drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That’s a fine looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We’ve a lot of starving faithful
That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

No masters or kings when the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

И Ссли я язычник Π»ΡƒΡ‡ΡˆΠΈΡ… Π²Ρ€Π΅ΠΌΡ‘Π½,
Π’ΠΎ моя любимая β€” солнСчный свСт.
Π§Ρ‚ΠΎΠ±Ρ‹ ΡƒΠ΄Π΅Ρ€ΠΆΠ°Ρ‚ΡŒ Π‘ΠΎΠ³ΠΈΠ½ΡŽ Π½Π° своСй сторонС,
ΠŸΡ€ΠΈΠ΄Π΅Ρ‚ΡΡ принСсти Π΅ΠΉ Ρ‚Ρ€Π΅Π±ΡƒΠ΅ΠΌΡƒΡŽ ΠΆΠ΅Ρ€Ρ‚Π²Ρƒ:
ΠžΡΡƒΡˆΠΈΡ‚ΡŒ Ρ†Π΅Π»ΠΎΠ΅ ΠΌΠΎΡ€Π΅,
ΠŸΡ€ΠΈΠ½Π΅ΡΡ‚ΠΈ Ρ‡Ρ‚ΠΎ-Ρ‚ΠΎ блСстящСС,
Π§Ρ‚ΠΎ-Π½ΠΈΠ±ΡƒΠ΄ΡŒ мясистоС для Π³Π»Π°Π²Π½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ блюда.
Как ΠΆΠ΅ всё высокомСрно!
А Ρ‡Ρ‚ΠΎ Π·Π° этим скрываСтся? 2
Π£ нас ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ΄Π°ΡŽΡ‰ΠΈΡ… Π²Π΅Ρ€ΡƒΡŽΡ‰ΠΈΡ….
Π­Ρ‚ΠΎ выглядит Ρ‚Π°ΠΊ вкусно,
Π­Ρ‚ΠΎ выглядит Ρ‚Π°ΠΊ Π±ΠΎΠ³Π°Ρ‚ΠΎ,
ПослС этого ΡΡ‚Ρ€Π°ΡˆΠ½ΠΎ хочСтся Π΅ΡΡ‚ΡŒ.

НС Π±ΡƒΠ΄Π΅Ρ‚ Π½ΠΈ господ, Π½ΠΈ ΠΊΠΎΡ€ΠΎΠ»Π΅ΠΉ, ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° начнётся Ρ€ΠΈΡ‚ΡƒΠ°Π».
Π’Π΅Π΄ΡŒ Π½Π΅Ρ‚ слащС нСвинности, Ρ‡Π΅ΠΌ наш Π½Π΅ΠΆΠ½Ρ‹ΠΉ Π³Ρ€Π΅Ρ…
Π’ Π±Π΅Π·ΡƒΠΌΠΈΠΈ ΠΈ грязи этой Π·Π΅ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠΉ сцСнки.
Волько послС Π½Π΅Π³ΠΎ я Ρ‡ΡƒΠ²ΡΡ‚Π²ΡƒΡŽ сСбя Ρ‡Π΅Π»ΠΎΠ²Π΅ΠΊΠΎΠΌ,
Волько Ρ‚ΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° я ΠΏΠΎ-настоящСму чист.

Π˜ΡΡ‚ΠΎΡ‡Π½ΠΈΠΊ

Π”Π°Π½Π½Ρ‹ΠΉ ΠΏΠ΅Ρ€Π΅Π²ΠΎΠ΄ пСсни Π½Π° русском языкС являСтся худоТСствСнным, Ρ‚.Π΅. ΠΏΠ΅Ρ€Π΅Π²ΠΎΠ΄ нСдословный. Π§Ρ‚ΠΎΠ±Ρ‹ ΡƒΠ·Π½Π°Ρ‚ΡŒ дословный ΠΏΠ΅Ρ€Π΅Π²ΠΎΠ΄ пСсни, ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅Ρ‚Π΅ Π½Π°Π²ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡ‚ΡŒ ΠΌΡ‹ΡˆΠΊΠΎΠΉ Π½Π° английскиС слова.

Take me to church

My lover’s got humour,
She’s the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody’s disapproval
I should’ve worshipped her sooner
If the Heavens ever did speak
She is the last true mouth piece
Every Sunday’s getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
We were born sick, you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She tells me ‘worship in the bedroom’
The only heaven I’ll be sent to
Is when I’m alone with you
I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

If I’m a pagan of the good times
My lover’s the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
To drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That’s a fine looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We’ve a lot of starving faithful
That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

No masters or kings when the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

ΠžΡ‚Π²Π΅Π΄ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ

И Ссли я язычник Π»ΡƒΡ‡ΡˆΠΈΡ… Π²Ρ€Π΅ΠΌΡ‘Π½,
Π’ΠΎ моя любимая β€” солнСчный свСт.
Π§Ρ‚ΠΎΠ±Ρ‹ ΡƒΠ΄Π΅Ρ€ΠΆΠ°Ρ‚ΡŒ Π‘ΠΎΠ³ΠΈΠ½ΡŽ Π½Π° своСй сторонС,
ΠŸΡ€ΠΈΠ΄Π΅Ρ‚ΡΡ принСсти Π΅ΠΉ Ρ‚Ρ€Π΅Π±ΡƒΠ΅ΠΌΡƒΡŽ ΠΆΠ΅Ρ€Ρ‚Π²Ρƒ:
ΠžΡΡƒΡˆΠΈΡ‚ΡŒ Ρ†Π΅Π»ΠΎΠ΅ ΠΌΠΎΡ€Π΅,
ΠŸΡ€ΠΈΠ½Π΅ΡΡ‚ΠΈ Ρ‡Ρ‚ΠΎ-Ρ‚ΠΎ блСстящСС,
Π§Ρ‚ΠΎ-Π½ΠΈΠ±ΡƒΠ΄ΡŒ мясистоС для Π³Π»Π°Π²Π½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ блюда.
Как ΠΆΠ΅ всё высокомСрно!
А Ρ‡Ρ‚ΠΎ Π·Π° этим скрываСтся? 2
Π£ нас ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ΄Π°ΡŽΡ‰ΠΈΡ… Π²Π΅Ρ€ΡƒΡŽΡ‰ΠΈΡ….
Π­Ρ‚ΠΎ выглядит Ρ‚Π°ΠΊ вкусно,
Π­Ρ‚ΠΎ выглядит Ρ‚Π°ΠΊ Π±ΠΎΠ³Π°Ρ‚ΠΎ,
ПослС этого ΡΡ‚Ρ€Π°ΡˆΠ½ΠΎ хочСтся Π΅ΡΡ‚ΡŒ.

НС Π±ΡƒΠ΄Π΅Ρ‚ Π½ΠΈ господ, Π½ΠΈ ΠΊΠΎΡ€ΠΎΠ»Π΅ΠΉ, ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° начнётся Ρ€ΠΈΡ‚ΡƒΠ°Π».
Π’Π΅Π΄ΡŒ Π½Π΅Ρ‚ слащС нСвинности, Ρ‡Π΅ΠΌ наш Π½Π΅ΠΆΠ½Ρ‹ΠΉ Π³Ρ€Π΅Ρ…
Π’ Π±Π΅Π·ΡƒΠΌΠΈΠΈ ΠΈ грязи этой Π·Π΅ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠΉ сцСнки.
Волько послС Π½Π΅Π³ΠΎ я Ρ‡ΡƒΠ²ΡΡ‚Π²ΡƒΡŽ сСбя Ρ‡Π΅Π»ΠΎΠ²Π΅ΠΊΠΎΠΌ,
Волько Ρ‚ΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° я ΠΏΠΎ-настоящСму чист.

ΠŸΡ€ΠΈΠΌΠ΅Ρ‡Π°Π½ΠΈΡ

1) Π’ ΠΎΠ΄Π½ΠΎΠΌ ΠΈΠ· ΠΈΠ½Ρ‚Π΅Ρ€Π²ΡŒΡŽ ΠΏΠ΅Π²Π΅Ρ† сказал, Ρ‡Ρ‚ΠΎ для Π½Π΅Π³ΠΎ любовь β€” это «ΡΠΌΠ΅Ρ€Ρ‚ΡŒ всСму, гибСль Ρ‚ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ, Π²ΠΎ Ρ‡Ρ‚ΠΎ ΠΎΠ½ Π²Π΅Ρ€ΠΈΠ», ΠΈ ΠΎΠ΄Π½ΠΎΠ²Ρ€Π΅ΠΌΠ΅Π½Π½ΠΎΠ΅ ΠΏΠ΅Ρ€Π΅Ρ€ΠΎΠΆΠ΄Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅».
2) Π—Π΄Π΅ΡΡŒ использована ΠΎΡ‡Π΅Π½ΡŒ тонкая ΠΈΠ³Ρ€Π° слов: high horse (благородная лошадь) β€” использовано Π² Π·Π½Π°Ρ‡Π΅Π½ΠΈΠΈ высокомСрного, зазнавшСгося Ρ‡Π΅Π»ΠΎΠ²Π΅ΠΊΠ° (on one’s high horse β€” высокомСрно), Π° ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ stable (стойло), подразумСваСтся скрытая сторона ΠΌΠ΅Π΄Π°Π»ΠΈ Ρ‚Π°ΠΊΠΈΡ… людСй, вСдь, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Ρƒ самого высокородного коня ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅Ρ‚ Π±Ρ‹Ρ‚ΡŒ грязноС, Π½Π΅ΠΏΡ€ΠΈΠ±Ρ€Π°Π½Π½ΠΎΠ΅ стойло, Ρ‚Π°ΠΊ ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΠ±Π½Ρ‹ΠΉ Ρ‡Π΅Π»ΠΎΠ²Π΅ΠΊ ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅Ρ‚ ΠΈΠΌΠ΅Ρ‚ΡŒ лишь маску напыщСнности ΠΈ, ΠΏΠΎΠ²Ρ‚ΠΎΡ€ΡŽΡΡŒ, высокомСрия.

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ВСкст ΠΈ ΠΏΠ΅Ρ€Π΅Π²ΠΎΠ΄ пСсни Take Me to Church (Hozier)

НСт Π²Ρ€Π΅ΠΌΠ΅Π½ΠΈ? Π‘ΠΎΡ…Ρ€Π°Π½ΠΈ Π²

Π­Π½Π΄Ρ€ΡŽ Π₯ΠΎΠ·ΠΈΠΈΠ΅Ρ€-Π‘ΠΈΡ€Π½ (Hozier) родился Π² нСбольшом ирландском Π³ΠΎΡ€ΠΎΠ΄ΠΊΠ΅ Π‘Ρ€Π΅ΠΉ. Π‘ Ρ€Π°Π½Π½ΠΈΡ… Π»Π΅Ρ‚ ΠΏΠ΅Π» Π² Ρ…ΠΎΡ€Π΅, Π° ΡƒΠΆΠ΅ Π² 15 вступил Π² Π³Ρ€ΡƒΠΏΠΏΡƒ, Π³Π΄Π΅ исполнял соул ΠΈ блюз.

Π‘ΠΎΠ΄Π΅Ρ€ΠΆΠ°Π½ΠΈΠ΅ ΡΡ‚Π°Ρ‚ΡŒΠΈ:

Π“Ρ€ΡƒΠΏΠΏΠ° Bring Me the Horizon Π±Ρ‹Π»Π° основана Π² ΠΌΠ°Ρ€Ρ‚Π΅ 2004, ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° ΠΊΠ°ΠΆΠ΄ΠΎΠΌΡƒ ΠΈΠ· Π΅Π΅ участников Π±Ρ‹Π»ΠΎ ΠΎΡ‚ 15 Π΄ΠΎ 17 Π»Π΅Ρ‚.

Take me to Church (2013) β€” Ρ‚Π° композиция, послС ΠΊΠΎΡ‚ΠΎΡ€ΠΎΠΉ BMTH ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΡƒΡ‡ΠΈΠ»Π° Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠΈΡ€Π½ΡƒΡŽ ΠΈΠ·Π²Π΅ΡΡ‚Π½ΠΎΡΡ‚ΡŒ. Π’Ρ€Π΅ΠΊ вошСл Π² Ρ‚ΠΎΠΏ британских ΠΈ амСриканских Ρ‡Π°Ρ€Ρ‚ΠΎΠ².

ВСкст ΠΈ ΠΏΠ΅Ρ€Π΅Π²ΠΎΠ΄ пСсни

*Π‘Ρ‚Ρ€ΠΎΠΊΠ° I was born sick, but I love it взята ΠΈΠ· стихотворСния 16-Π³ΠΎ Π²Π΅ΠΊΠ° Chorus Sacerdotum.

**High horse – Π²Ρ‹Ρ€Π°ΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅, ΠΎΠ·Π½Π°Ρ‡Π°ΡŽΡ‰Π΅Π΅ высокомСриС. Π’Π°ΠΊ говорят ΠΏΡ€ΠΎ Ρ‡Π΅Π»ΠΎΠ²Π΅ΠΊΠ°, ΠΊΠΎΡ‚ΠΎΡ€Ρ‹ΠΉ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π±Ρ‹ смотрит с высока, «с высокого коня».

ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском. . ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском Ρ„ΠΎΡ‚ΠΎ. ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском-. ΠΊΠ°Ρ€Ρ‚ΠΈΠ½ΠΊΠ° ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском. ΠΊΠ°Ρ€Ρ‚ΠΈΠ½ΠΊΠ° . My lover's got humour, She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshipped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She is the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week We were born sick, you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me 'worship in the bedroom' The only heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well

ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском. . ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском Ρ„ΠΎΡ‚ΠΎ. ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском-. ΠΊΠ°Ρ€Ρ‚ΠΈΠ½ΠΊΠ° ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском. ΠΊΠ°Ρ€Ρ‚ΠΈΠ½ΠΊΠ° . My lover's got humour, She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshipped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She is the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week We were born sick, you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me 'worship in the bedroom' The only heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well

Π’Π»ΠΎΠ³ ΠΈΠ· БША: оТидания ΠΈ Ρ€Π΅Π°Π»ΡŒΠ½ΠΎΡΡ‚ΡŒ АмСрики

Π˜Π½Ρ‚Π΅Ρ€Π΅ΡΠ½Ρ‹Π΅ Ρ„Π°ΠΊΡ‚Ρ‹ ΠΎ пСснС

Π’ ΠΈΠ½Ρ‚Π΅Ρ€Π²ΡŒΡŽ для The Irish Times Π­Π½Π΄Ρ€ΡŽ пояснил посыл пСсни. Π’ΠΎΡ‚ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΎΠ½ ΠΏΡ€ΠΎΠΊΠΎΠΌΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ‚ΠΈΡ€ΠΎΠ²Π°Π» тСкст:

«I found the experience of falling in love or being in love was a death, a death of everything. You kind of watch yourself die in a wonderful way, and you experience for the briefest moment β€” if you see yourself for a moment through their eyes β€” everything you believed about yourself gone. In a death-and-rebirth sense.»

Β«Π― ΠΎΠ±Π½Π°Ρ€ΡƒΠΆΠΈΠ», Ρ‡Ρ‚ΠΎ Π²Π»ΡŽΠ±ΠΈΡ‚ΡŒΡΡ ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ Π±Ρ‹Ρ‚ΡŒ Π²Π»ΡŽΠ±Π»Π΅Π½Π½Ρ‹ΠΌ Π±Ρ‹Π»ΠΎ ΡΠΌΠ΅Ρ€Ρ‚ΡŒΡŽ, ΡΠΌΠ΅Ρ€Ρ‚ΡŒΡŽ всСго. Π’Ρ‹ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π±Ρ‹ Π·Π°ΠΌΠ΅Ρ‡Π°Π΅Ρ‚Π΅, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΡƒΠΌΠΈΡ€Π°Π΅Ρ‚Π΅ чудСсным ΠΎΠ±Ρ€Π°Π·ΠΎΠΌ, ΠΈ Π²Ρ‹ ΠΏΠ΅Ρ€Π΅ΠΆΠΈΠ²Π°Π΅Ρ‚Π΅ самый ΠΊΠΎΡ€ΠΎΡ‚ΠΊΠΈΠΉ ΠΌΠΎΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ‚ β€” Ссли Π²Ρ‹ Π½Π° ΠΌΠ³Π½ΠΎΠ²Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ Π²ΠΈΠ΄ΠΈΡ‚Π΅ сСбя Ρ‡ΡƒΠΆΠΈΠΌΠΈ Π³Π»Π°Π·Π°ΠΌΠΈ β€” всС, Π²ΠΎ Ρ‡Ρ‚ΠΎ Π²Ρ‹ Π²Π΅Ρ€ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΠΎ сСбС, исчСзло. Π’ смыслС смСрти ΠΈ возроТдСния».

ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском. . ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском Ρ„ΠΎΡ‚ΠΎ. ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском-. ΠΊΠ°Ρ€Ρ‚ΠΈΠ½ΠΊΠ° ΠΎΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском. ΠΊΠ°Ρ€Ρ‚ΠΈΠ½ΠΊΠ° . My lover's got humour, She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshipped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She is the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week We were born sick, you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me 'worship in the bedroom' The only heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well

И Π΅Ρ‰Π΅ Π½Π΅ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Ρ„Π°ΠΊΡ‚ΠΎΠ²:

На этом всС. Love English. Amen.

#Π²Π΄ΠΎΡ…Π½ΠΎΠ²Π»ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ²Ρ‹ΡƒΡ‡ΠΈΡ‚ΡŒ
Π‘ΠΎΠ»ΡŒΡˆΠ°Ρ ΠΈ друТная сСмья Englishdom.

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ΠŸΠ΅Ρ€Π΅Π²ΠΎΠ΄ Hozier Take me to church

Моя любовь, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Ρ‡Π΅Ρ€Π½Ρ‹ΠΉ ΡŽΠΌΠΎΡ€, Π³Ρ€Π΅ΡˆΠ΅Π½ я,
ΠΈ смСх ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π·Π΅Ρ‚ Π½Π°Π΄ Ρ‚Ρ€ΠΈΠ·Π½Π°ΠΌΠΈ Π² цСрквях,
Π° люди Π½Π΅ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π½ΠΈΠΌΡƒΡ‚ грустных Π³Π»Π°Π·,
ΠΈΠΌ просто ΡΡ‚Ρ€Π°ΡˆΠ½ΠΎβ€¦
ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΎΠ»ΠΈΡ‚Π΅ΡΡŒ Π·Π° Π±Π΅Π·ΡƒΠΌΠ½Ρ‹Ρ… нас.

Π’Ρ‹ ΡΠ»Ρ‹ΡˆΠΈΡˆΡŒ, говорят, Ρ‡Ρ‚ΠΎ всС Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡŒΠ½Ρ‹,
ΠΈ Π²Ρ€ΠΎΠ΄Π΅ Π΄Π°ΠΆΠ΅ Π² этом Π½Π΅Ρ‚ Π½ΠΈΡ‡ΡŒΠ΅ΠΉ Π²ΠΈΠ½Ρ‹,
Π½ΠΈΠΊΡ‚ΠΎ Π½Π΅ Π²ΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π°Ρ‚, Π½ΠΈ Π¦Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ, Π½ΠΈ ΠžΡ‚Π΅Ρ†,
ΠΈ я нСсу Π² ΠΏΠΎΡΡ‚Π΅Π»ΡŒ Ρ‚Π²ΠΎΡŽ Π²Π΅Π½Π΅Ρ†.
Π’Π΅Π΄ΡŒ Π΅ΡΡ‚ΡŒ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ½ лишь Ρ€Π°ΠΉ Π²ΠΎ всСх ΠΌΠΈΡ€Π°Ρ…,
ΠΈ я молюсь Ρ‚Π΅Π±Π΅ Π½Π° риск Π½Π° свой ΠΈ страх.
Π—Π΄Π΅ΡΡŒ всС ΠΏΠΎΠΏΡƒΡ‚Π°Π½Ρ‹ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠΈΠΌ-Π½ΠΈΠ±ΡƒΠ΄ΡŒ Π³Ρ€Π΅Ρ…ΠΎΠΌ,
ΠΌΠ½Π΅ нравится Π±ΠΎΠ»Π΅Ρ‚ΡŒ Ρ‚ΠΎΠ±ΠΎΠΉ,
Π½Π΅ Π΄ΡƒΠΌΠ°Ρ‚ΡŒ Π½ΠΈ ΠΎ ΠΊΠΎΠΌ.

Π― Π±Ρ‹Π» ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π°-Ρ‚ΠΎ слСп ΠΈ нСотСсан, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π΄ΠΈΠΊΠ°Ρ€ΡŒ,
Π½ΠΎ Ρ‚Ρ‹ Ρ‚Π΅ΠΏΠ΅Ρ€ΡŒ ΠΌΠΎΠΉ свСт, ΠΌΠΎΠΉ ΠΏΠ°ΡΡ‚Ρ‹Ρ€ΡŒ ΠΈ Π°Π»Ρ‚Π°Ρ€ΡŒ.
ΠŸΡ€ΠΎΡΠΈ, Ρ‡Ρ‚ΠΎ Ρ…ΠΎΡ‡Π΅ΡˆΡŒ Π² ΠΆΠ΅Ρ€Ρ‚Π²Ρƒ – принСсу,
я ΠΌΠΎΡ€Π΅ ΠΎΡΡƒΡˆΡƒ ΠΈ ΡΠΎΡ‚Π²ΠΎΡ€ΡŽ Π³Ρ€ΠΎΠ·Ρƒ.
А Ρ…ΠΎΡ‡Π΅ΡˆΡŒ Π² стойлС Π±Π΅Π»ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ коня?
Π›ΡŽΠ±ΠΈ ΠΈ Ρ‚Ρ‹ лишь ΠΎΠ΄Π½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΠΈΠ· всСх – мСня.
Π’Ρ‹ Π·Π½Π°Π»Π°, наша Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ Π»ΡŽΠ±ΠΈΡ‚ Π»Π³Π°Ρ‚ΡŒ?
И Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ΄Π°Π΅Ρ‚ паства, Π²Π΅Ρ€Π΅ Π² ΠΊΠ½ΠΈΠ³Π°Ρ… Π΄ΠΎΠ³Π½ΠΈΠ²Π°Ρ‚ΡŒ,
ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° всС выглядит Π±ΠΎΠ³Π°Ρ‚ΠΎ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π² Ρ€Π°ΡŽ.
И Π±ΡƒΠ΄Π΅Ρ‚ ΠΆΡƒΡ‚ΠΊΠΈΠΉ Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ΄. И ΠΏΠΎΡ‚ΠΎΠΌ тСбя ΡƒΠ±ΡŒΡŽΡ‚.

Наш Ρ€ΠΈΡ‚ΡƒΠ°Π» свящСнСн, ΠΎΡ‚ Π±ΠΎΠ³ΠΎΠ² Π·Π°ΠΊΡ€Ρ‹Ρ‚.
И Π½Π΅Ρ‚ Π½Π΅Π²ΠΈΠ½Π½Π΅Π΅ Ρ‚ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ, Ρ‡Ρ‚ΠΎ ΠΌΡ‹ Π΄Π°Π΅ΠΌ Π² Π΄Π°Ρ€Ρ‹
Π΄Ρ€ΡƒΠ³ Π΄Ρ€ΡƒΠ³Ρƒ срСди Π±Π΅Π»Ρ‹Ρ… простынСй.
Π― чист, ΠΈ Ρ‚Ρ‹ чиста срСди Π³Ρ€Π΅Ρ…ΠΎΠ²Π½Ρ‹Ρ… Π΄Π½Π΅ΠΉ.

My lover’s got humour,
She’s the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody’s disapproval
I should’ve worshipped her sooner
If the Heavens ever did speak
She is the last true mouth piece
Every Sunday’s getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
We were born sick, you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She tells me ‘worship in the bedroom’
The only heaven I’ll be sent to
Is when I’m alone with you
I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

If I’m a pagan of the good times
My lover’s the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
To drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That’s a fine looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We’ve a lot of starving faithful
That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

No masters or kings when the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

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ΠžΡ‚Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ мСня Π² Ρ†Π΅Ρ€ΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡŒ пСсня Π½Π° английском

«Π­Ρ‚Π° пСсня Ρ‚Π°ΠΊ ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Π·Π½Π°Ρ‡ΠΈΡ‚ для мСня. большС, Ρ‡Π΅ΠΌ Π²Ρ‹ ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅Ρ‚Π΅ сСбС ΠΏΡ€Π΅Π΄ΡΡ‚Π°Π²ΠΈΡ‚ΡŒ. Она ΠΎ Π²Π΅Ρ€Π΅ ΠΈ увСрСнности Π½Π° ΠΊΠ°ΠΆΠ΄ΠΎΠΌ этапС вашСго ΠΏΡƒΡ‚ΠΈ. И я Π±ΡƒΠ΄ΡƒΡ‚ счастлива, Ссли ΠΎΠ½Π° Π·Π°Ρ‚Ρ€ΠΎΠ½Π΅Ρ‚ ΠΈ ваши сСрдца!», – подСлилась Π”ΠΆΠ΅Π½Π½ΠΈΡ„Π΅Ρ€ Π½Π° Π»ΠΈΡ‡Π½ΠΎΠΉ страницС Π² Instagram.

ΠšΠΎΠΌΠΏΠΎΠ·ΠΈΡ†ΠΈΡ станСт саундтрСком ΠΊΠΎΠΌΠ΅Π΄ΠΈΠΉΠ½ΠΎΠΉ ΠΌΠ΅Π»ΠΎΠ΄Ρ€Π°ΠΌΡ‹ «ΠŸΠ΅Ρ€Π²Ρ‹ΠΉ встрСчный» с ΠΈΡΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΈΡ‚Π΅Π»ΡŒΠ½ΠΈΡ†Π΅ΠΉ Π² Π³Π»Π°Π²Π½ΠΎΠΉ Ρ€ΠΎΠ»ΠΈ. По ΡΡŽΠΆΠ΅Ρ‚Ρƒ Π”ΠΆΠ΅ΠΉ Π›ΠΎ – популярная ΠΏΠΎΠΏ-ΠΏΠ΅Π²ΠΈΡ†Π° ΠšΡΡ‚ Π’Π°Π»ΡŒΠ΄Π΅Ρ, Ρ‡Π΅ΠΉ ΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ… ΠΏΡ€Π΅Π΄Π°Π» Π΅Π΅ Π±ΡƒΠΊΠ²Π°Π»ΡŒΠ½ΠΎ Π·Π° ΠΌΠΈΠ½ΡƒΡ‚Ρ‹ Π΄ΠΎ Ρ‚ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ связали сСбя ΡƒΠ·Π°ΠΌΠΈ Π±Ρ€Π°ΠΊΠ°.

Π’ отчаянии ΠΈ Π½Π΅Π·Π½Π°Π½ΠΈΠΈ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΆΠΈΡ‚ΡŒ дальшС, ΠšΡΡ‚ встрСчаСт Π½Π΅Π·Π½Π°ΠΊΠΎΠΌΡ†Π°, простого учитСля ΠΌΠ°Ρ‚Π΅ΠΌΠ°Ρ‚ΠΈΠΊΠΈ, ΠΊΠΎΡ‚ΠΎΡ€Ρ‹ΠΉ ΠΏΡ€ΠΈΡ…ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡ‚ Π½Π° Π΅Π΅ выступлСниС. И Π΄Π΅Π²ΡƒΡˆΠΊΠ° ΠΏΡ€ΠΈΠ½ΠΈΠΌΠ°Π΅Ρ‚ самоС Π±Π΅Π·ΡƒΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠ΅ Ρ€Π΅ΡˆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ Π² своСй ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½ΠΈ. ВаинствСнного любовника Π² романтичСской ΠΌΠ΅Π»ΠΎΠ΄Ρ€Π°ΠΌΠ΅ ΠΈΠ³Ρ€Π°Π΅Ρ‚ амСриканский Π°ΠΊΡ‚Π΅Ρ€ ΠžΡƒΡΠ½ Уилсон («ΠœΠ°Ρ€Π»ΠΈ ΠΈ я», «ΠœΠΈΡΡ ΠŸΠ΅Ρ€Π΅ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΠΎΡ…»).

Российская ΠΏΡ€Π΅ΠΌΡŒΠ΅Ρ€Π° Ρ„ΠΈΠ»ΡŒΠΌΠ° «ΠŸΠ΅Ρ€Π²Ρ‹ΠΉ встрСчный» состоится 10 фСвраля 2022 Π³ΠΎΠ΄Π°, Π° всС ΠΊΠΎΠΌΠΏΠΎΠ·ΠΈΡ†ΠΈΠΈ, ΡΡ‚Π°Π²ΡˆΠΈΠ΅ ΠΊ Π½Π΅ΠΉ саундтрСками, Π±ΡƒΠ΄ΡƒΡ‚ Π²Ρ‹ΠΏΡƒΡ‰Π΅Π½Ρ‹ ΠΎΡ‚Π΄Π΅Π»ΡŒΠ½Ρ‹ΠΌ альбомом.

Напомним, Ρ‡Ρ‚ΠΎ Π² Π½Π΅Π΄Π°Π²Π½Π΅ΠΌ ΠΈΠ½Ρ‚Π΅Ρ€Π²ΡŒΡŽ для Today амСриканская ΠΏΠ΅Π²ΠΈΡ†Π° ΠΈ актриса Π”ΠΆΠ΅Π½Π½ΠΈΡ„Π΅Ρ€ ЛопСс рассказала ΠΎ Ρ‚ΠΎΠΌ, Π²Ρ‹ΠΉΠ΄Π΅Ρ‚ Π»ΠΈ ΠΎΠ½Π° Π΅Ρ‰Π΅ Ρ€Π°Π· Π·Π°ΠΌΡƒΠΆ. КакиС ΠΏΠ»Π°Π½Ρ‹ Π½Π° Π±ΡƒΠ΄ΡƒΡ‰Π΅Π΅ Ρƒ Π·Π½Π°ΠΌΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ‚ΠΎΠΉ артистки ΠΈ Π΅Π΅ возлюблСнного – Ρ‡ΠΈΡ‚Π°ΠΉΡ‚Π΅ Π½Π° ZAYCEV NEWS.

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