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К списку She Was Younger


She was younger than him, a beautiful girl,
She was proud to have one wonderful soul,
They were always together, they never had any fights.
And everyone said: "What a lucky young man!"
Just one little thing used to drive him insane -
While he loved her, she loved to fly through the nights.

He felt bad as the sun came down,
He was sad, saw the Moon in crown,
He grew mad, even drank a few shots
When she was flying through the nights.
Later on she would swear on her life
That tonight will be one last time,
He forgave, but the sun comes down
And, of course, she takes off the ground.

Tropical flowers, and if it wasn't enough
He wanted to give her the sun with the stars -
He was desperate, trying to hold up daylight.
He woke up from a nightmare and didn't want to accept
That she forgot him and her way back,
But somehow he knew - this time he was awfully right.

He felt bad as the sun came down,
He grew mad, saw the Moon in crown,
He was sad, even drank a few shots
When she was flying through the nights.
Later on she would swear on her life
That tonight will be one last time,
He forgave, but the sun comes down
And, of course, she takes off the ground.

So in three crazy days he was crying in pain,
He was ready to fly, crying out her name,
But it's pointless - he knew that she'll never be found.
There was nothing to lose, and just like a little kid
He decided to fly the same way she did,
He flew out the same way she did, but towards the ground.

Later on she would swear on her life
That tonight will be one last time,
He forgave, but the sun comes down
And, of course, she takes off the ground.
And, of course, she takes off the ground.
And, of course, she takes off the ground.
And, of course, she takes off the ground...

15 ноября, 2000
Слова в оригинале A.Макаревича
Особая благодарость Aksin за её помощь с переводом
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