Misfit The Sorcerer s Toll рок-песня

Песня является переводом на английский язык стихотворения «Недаром мир раскинулся пустыней»: http://stihi.ru/2021/10/21/1530, сделанным Джинни АльМасбохом:http://stihi.ru/avtor/jnnalmas и Береговой Людмилой Петровной

Yeah...
The world's a desert for a reason, see?
Under the sun that forgot what it ought to be.
Ice on the pole is a frozen memory,
And chains are still in vain tremoring.

I've seen the pilgrims
walking on this broken land,
No happy messengers,
 just dust in every hand.
They build their bridges...
 to a future, so divine...
But forget the gift they left
so far behind the line.

They say the old days...
 were different somehow...

But who remembers now?
Yeah, who remembers now?

A tyrant sits upon the main road,
 cold as stone,
He guards the passage, on a lonely,
bitter throne.

The path is closed, you wanna pass?

 You gotta pay the toll.
A little tribute just to make your spirit whole.

From here
 the riverbeds of deserts start to creep,
While all the promises
 the ancient guardians keep...
Are broken....

 Yeah, I heard a story on the breeze,
That this old sorcerer was human, once.

At ease.
No grass will grow here,
 and the dew of better years.
Is stored in stars,
a galaxy of frozen tears.

And for that starlight rain
 to ever fall again...
Is asking way too much from gods...
 who feel no pain.

The silent kingdom of the elements...
Still holds the echoes... just the faded evidence...
Of pictures from the past... you barely see 'em now...
Hiding in shadows... taking their final bow...