The Book Of My Life — текст песни (Sting)

Let me watch by the fire and remember my days

And it may be a trick of the firelight

But the flickering pages that trouble my sight

Is a book I`m afraid to write



It`s the book of my days, it`s the book of my life

And it`s cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife

And it`s all there to see as the section reveals

There`s some sorrow in every life



If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze

Then I won`t understand `til the end of my days

I`m still forced to remember,

Remember the words of my life



There are promises broken and promises kept

Angry words that were spoken, when I should have wept

There`s a chapter of secrets, and words to confess

If I lose everything that I possess

There`s a chapter on loss and a ghost who won`t die

There`s a chapter on love where the ink`s never dry

There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies.



Though the pages are numbered

I can`t see where they lead

For the end is a mystery no-one can read

In the book of my life



There`s a chapter on fathers a chapter on sons

There are pages of conflicts that nobody won

And the battles you lost and your bitter defeat,

There`s a page where we fail to meet



There are tales of good fortune that couldn`t be planned

There`s a chapter on god that I don`t understand

There`s a promise of Heaven and Hell but I`m damned if I see



Though the pages are numbered

I can`t see where they lead

For the end is a mystery no-one can read

In the book of my life



Now the daylight`s returning

And if one sentence is true

All these pages are burning

And all that`s left is you



Though the pages are numbered

I can`t see where they lead

For the end is a mystery no-one can read

In the book of my life