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- художественный перевод текста на английский язык : Семен Попадюк
- Альбом
- Orbit Crash
- Текст
- Squinting at the setting sun,
I enjoy my cheap cigar.
Now I’m drunk and love my life.
But I see clouds,
There will be a storm tonight.
They’ll come from far in bright clothes –
A singing camp in your yard.
They’ll work for you for peanuts.
You’re unwanted here.
They will invade your house.
Saying g’night to setting sun,
I’ll be breathing the sweet smoke.
I’m a king for my cigar,
But tomorrow I’ll be
Thrown out like a stub…
You’re unwanted here.