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Подготовил для друзей перевод песни "Трава у дома" к 12 Апреля
Earth in window, x2
The Earth is seen in the window.
Just like a son misses his mother, x2
We miss the Earth, she is the one.
But the stars nevertheless, x2
Are bit closer but are as cold as ever.
And just like in hours of eclipse, x2
We wait for light and see the Earthly dreams.
Chorus:
And it's not roar of the cosmodrome we see in our dreams,
Not this icy blueness.
We dream of grass, grass outside our homes,
The green, green grass.
We fly by orbits, by paths less travelled,
The space is stitched with meteors.
Well justified are the risk and courage,
The music of Space barging in our business talk.
In some kind of matte haze the Earth is in the window,
Evening dusk blending with early dawn,
And the son misses his mother, x2
The mother is waiting for her son,
And the Earth is waiting for her sons as well.
Chorus x3
Earth in window, x2
The Earth is seen in the window.
Just like a son misses his mother, x2
We miss the Earth, she is the one.
But the stars nevertheless, x2
Are bit closer but are as cold as ever.
And just like in hours of eclipse, x2
We wait for light and see the Earthly dreams.
Chorus:
And it's not roar of the cosmodrome we see in our dreams,
Not this icy blueness.
We dream of grass, grass outside our homes,
The green, green grass.
We fly by orbits, by paths less travelled,
The space is stitched with meteors.
Well justified are the risk and courage,
The music of Space barging in our business talk.
In some kind of matte haze the Earth is in the window,
Evening dusk blending with early dawn,
And the son misses his mother, x2
The mother is waiting for her son,
And the Earth is waiting for her sons as well.
Chorus x3