На всякий случай пожарный прицепляю "партитуру" к аглицкой песне - а то я там непонятно слова выговариваю;-)

        Rolling Rings
	I hope I'll be able to survive the spring 
	haunting me for so long... 
	Seven bridges cross a stream 
	that floods them all along.
	Seven skies are waiting there, 
	beyond the edge of the truth. 
	Pilgrims, in fear of the stairs, 
	are taking off their shoes.
	Spinning around the hollow sky, 
	mused are the tinsel stars --- 
	If pain has come to be denied, 
	why does it leave the scars?
	Silence is preaching its tacit faults, 
	out in the empty fields --- 
	So the sinners would safely hold 
	to every of their guilts.
	Simple songs about complex dreams 
	enchanting the foothills of night... 
	And rolling away are the broken rings 
	that we have failed to tie.
	The rings rolling, 
	dreams rolling, 
	rolling away... 
	You choke on your pain, 
	and go. ---
	Though no one ever knows 
	where 
	the rings are rolling, 
	dreams rolling, 
	rolling away... 
	You conquer your pain, 
	and stay. 
	But will it be the same?
	I hope I'll be able to survive the spring 
	haunting me for so long... 
	Seven bridges cross a stream 
	that floods them all along.
	Simple songs about complex dreams 
	enchanting the foothills of night. 
	And rolling away are the broken rings, 
	down and behind...
	...rolling 
	dreams rolling, 
	rolling away... 
	You choke on your pain, 
	and go. 
	And no one ever knows 
	where 
	the rings are rolling, 
	dreams rolling, 
	rolling away... 
	You conquer your pain, 
	and stay. 
	But will it be the same,
	since your rings are rolling 
	dreams rolling 
	rolling away ... 
	You choke on you pain, 
	and go --- 
	no one ever knows 
	where...