Ñëó÷àéíîå ñòèõîòâîðåíèå

MY WAY                                                       ÌÎÉ ÏÓÒÜ

(lyrics by Paul Anka)                                    (àíãë. òåêñò: Ïîë Àíêà) 

                       
Ïåðåâîä âûïîëíåí äëÿ ñàéòà Ìóñëèìà Ìàãîìàåâà è ïîñâÿùåí åãî – ëó÷øåìó â ìèðå – èñïîëíåíèþ ýòîé ïåñíè.

And now                                                          Â êîíåö
The end is near                                                 Óï¸ðñÿ ïóòü,
And so I face                                                   È âîò âáëèçè
The final curtain                                                Îáðûâ ïîñëåäíèé.

My friend                                                         Ìîé äðóã,
I'll say it clear                                                   Ñêàæó, â ÷¸ì ñóòü:
I'll state my case                                               Îíè ïðîñòû –
Of which I'm certain                                         Ñëîâà â ïåðåäíåé.

I've lived                                                          Èñïèë
A life that's full                                                 Íà âñåõ ïóòÿõ
I've travelled each                                            ß ÷àøó òó,
And every highway                                          ×òî íåò ïîëíåå,

And more                                                        Íî ÷òî
Much more than this                                         Âñåãî âàæíåé –
I did it my way                                                 I did it my way.

Regrets                                                            Æàëåòü?
I've had a few                                                  Î ÷åì, ñêàæè?
But then again                                                  Îí îòêðóæèë,
Too few to mention                                          Ïðàõ ñîæàëåíèé.

I did                                                                Ïðîø¸ë
What I had to do                                             ß âñå êðóãè,
And saw it through                                           Âñ¸ ïåðåæèë
Without exemption                                           Áåç èñêëþ÷åíèé.

I planned                                                         ×åðòèë
Each chartered course                                     Çà ïëàíîì ïëàí,
Each careful step                                             Çà øàãîì øàã
Along the byway                                             Âäîëü òîé àëëåè.

And more                                                       Íî ÷òî
Much more than this                                        Âñåãî âàæíåé  -
I dit it my way                                                 I dit it my way.

Yes, there were times                                     Äà, íî ïîðîé,
I'm sure you knew                                          Òû äîëæåí çíàòü,
When I bit off                                                 Íå âñ¸ ïîäðÿä
More than I could chew                                 ß ìîã ãëîòàòü,
But through it all                                             È âñ¸ ðàâíî,
When there was doubt                                   Äî äíà, äî êðàõà,
I ate it up                                                       Ïëåâàë íà âñ¸,
And spit it out                                                Íå çíàÿ ñòðàõà.
I faced it all                                                    Ëèöîì ê âðàãó
And I stood tall                                              ß ðâàëñÿ â òüìó, –
And did it my way                                          I did it my way.

I've loved                                                       Ëþáèë
I've laughed and cried                                     Ñêâîçü ïëà÷ è ñìåõ
I've had my fill                                                È íå ñ÷èòàë
My share of losing                                          Ñâîè ïîòåðè.

And now                                                        Òåïåðü
As tears subside                                             Íåò ñë¸ç óæ òåõ,
I find it all                                                       È ìíå ñìåøíî
So amusing                                                     Âî ÷òî-òî âåðèòü.

To think                                                         ß æèë,
I did all that                                                    Êàê áóäòî íåò
And may I say                                                Èíûõ ïóòåé,
Not in a shy way                                            Ñëàáåòü íå ñìåÿ.

Oh no                                                           Î, íåò!
Oh no, not me                                               Î, íåò, íå ÿ:
I did it my way                                               I did it my way.

For what is a man                                          ×òî æ, ÷åëîâåê –
What has he got                                            ×òî ó íåãî?
If not himself                                                 Îí òóò îäèí.
Then he has not                                             Ñòðàøíåé âñåãî
To say the things                                           Íå äîâåðÿòü,
He'd truly feels                                              Íå âåðèòü â ïëåí
And not the words                                        È íå ìîëèòü
Of one who kneels                                       Ñóäüáó ñ êîëåí.
The record shows                                         Âîò ñïèñîê ìîé –
I took the blows                                           ß ïðèíÿë áîé!
And did it my way                                        I did it my way.

Yes it was my way                                       Yes, it was my way.