Операция Пластилин - Закат-закат
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Just look at that sunset—that sunset!
Baby, come with me—beyond the MKAD, beyond the MKAD.
To hug the trees, to dream with eyes wide open,
To touch the grass—the grass, the grass.
Just look at this day—so full of dread;
Sticky and sickly, just like Jabba the Hutt.
Oh, carry us away, Forest Reindeer,
To your land of branches and moss.
Let's rewind the autumn; let's get away—
To a distant village, where we'll buy a home.
And if anyone asks, "Where have those two gone?" We’ll tell a little lie in the note—just a little lie
Toothbrushes, a few clothes
And some bitter black tea for the road
The highway winds ahead, and I feel no fear
Swallows fly by, racing one another
Look at that sunset—oh, that sunset!
Baby, come with me—let's head past the MKAD
To hug the trees, to dream with eyes wide open
To touch the grass—the grass, the grass
Look at this day—so full of dread
Sticky and sickly, just like Jabba the Hutt
Oh, carry us away, forest stag
To your land of branches and moss
We’ll distill our own moonshine and keep a cow
Gather fireweed, drink birch sap
Listen to the radio, and laugh ourselves silly on homegrown weed
With steam rising from the window, and a stalk of grain between our teeth
We’ll coo by the stove and bathe in the river
Cats, a patch of beets, a limping dog
The burden has fallen from our fragile shoulders; we wander on, traveling light
A scattering of pear and apple trees beneath a scattering of stars
Look at that sunset—oh, that sunset!
Baby, come with me—let's head past the MKAD
To hug the trees, to dream with eyes wide open
To touch the grass—the grass, the grass
Look at this day—so full of dread
Sticky and sickly, just like Jabba the Hutt
Oh, carry us away, forest stag
To your land of branches and moss

Come on, let's rewind—basically, let's just leave
For a distant, happy "nowhere"
To spite the loan sharks, to spite the neighbors
And—in the end—to spite ourselves
Toothbrushes, a few clothes
And some bitter black tea for the road
The highway winds ahead, and I feel no fear
The swallows are flying... In a race