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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “Patterns”

• The night sets softly
  With the hush of falling leaves,
  Casting shivering shadows
  On the houses through the trees,
  And the light from a street lamp
  Paints a pattern on my wall,
  Like the pieces of a puzzle
  Or a child's uneven scrawl.
  
  Up a narrow flight of stairs
  In a narrow little room,
  As I lie upon my bed
  In the early evening gloom.
  Impaled on my wall
  My eyes can dimly see
  The pattern of my life
  And the puzzle that is me.
  
  From the moment of my birth
  To the instant of my death,
  There are patterns I must follow
  Just as I must breathe each breath.
  Like a rat in a maze
  The path before me lies,
  And the pattern never alters
  Until the rat dies.
  
  And the pattern still remains
  On the wall where darkness fell,
  And it's fitting that it should,
  For in darkness I must dwell.
  Like the color of my skin,
  Or the day that I grow old,
  My life is made of patterns
  That can scarcely be controlled.
  

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