Луна не знает пути [Luna ne znayet puti] [English translation]
Луна не знает пути [Luna ne znayet puti] [English translation]
The moon doesn't know the ways, yet, it flies
Yet, if flies to those stars
It doesn’t know the floor and yet, knocking
At the door, asking "Who's there?"
You'll get to see the mirages and the high-flying
Clouds again
She's screaming at the star "Help!"
But that ain't her concern
The azure sky, hide my quarters
The golden sun, present your rays to me
Well, how can I find such a thing with you?
To find all the keys to the door
The sky is blue, hide my quarters
The golden sun, present your rays to me
Well, how can I find such a thing with you?
To find all the keys to the door
When the sun rises
Along with its dawn
Where the sky is blue
Will be covered by the sunset
And they'll take a rest
The winter will cover them with a blanket
They will be warmed with its eyes
Then they'll open the doors
The sky is blue, hide my quarters
The golden sun, present your rays to me
Well, how can I find such a thing with you?
To find all the keys to the door
The sky is blue, hide my quarters
The golden sun, present your rays to me
Well, how can I find such a thing with you?
To find all the keys to the door
The moon doesn't know the ways, yet, it flies
Yet, if flies to those stars
It doesn’t know the floor and yet, knocking
At the door, asking "Who's there?"
You'll get to see the mirages and the high-flying
Clouds again
She's screaming at the star "Help!"
But that ain't her concern
When the sun rises
Along with its dawn
Where the sky is blue
Will be covered by the sunset
And they'll take a rest
The winter will cover them with a blanket
They will be warmed with its eyes
Then they'll open the doors
The sky is blue, hide my quarters
The golden sun, present your rays to me
Well, how can I find such a thing with you?
To find all the keys to the door
The sky is blue, hide my quarters
The golden sun, present your rays to me
Well, how can I find such a thing with you?
To find all the keys to the door
The sky is blue, hide my quarters
The golden sun, present your rays to me
Well, how can I find such a thing with you?
To find all the keys to the door
The sky is blue, hide my quarters
The golden sun, present your rays to me
Well, how can I find such a thing with you?
To find all the keys to the door
- Artist:Taypan & Agunda