It's awfully considerate of you to think of me here
And I'm most obliged to you for making it clear
That I'm not here
And I never knew the moon could be so big
And I never knew the moon could be so blue
And I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes
And brought me here instead dressed in red
And I'm wondering who could be writing this song
I don't care if the sun don't shine
And I don't care if nothing is mine
And I don't care if I'm nervous with you
I'll do my loving in the Winter.
And the sea isn't green
And I love the queen
And what exactly is a dream?
And what exactly is a joke?
Вы ужасно ошибаетесь, если думаете, что я здесь,
И я просто обязан вам объяснить,
Что я не здесь на самом-то деле.
И я никогда не думал, что Луна может быть такой большой.
И я никогда не думал, что Луна может быть такой печальной.
И я сильно благодарен, что вы выбросили мои старые ботинки
И вместо этого принесли меня сюда, одетого в красное.
И я все думаю, кто же мог написать эту песню?
Мне уже плевать, светит ли солнце
Мне уже все равно, если что-нибудь у меня
И мне уже неважно, действую ли я тебе на нервы,
Я буду делать свою любовь зимой.
И море уже не зеленое,
И я люблю королеву.
И что из этого всего сон?
И что из этого всего шутка?
IT's AWFULLY CONSIDERATE OF YOU TO THINK OF ME HERE
And I'm Most Obliged to You for Making It Clear
That i'm not here
AND I NEVER KNEW THE MOON COULD BE SO BIG
AND I NEVER KNEW THE MOON COULD BE SO BLUE
And i'm Grateful That You Threw Away My Old Shoes
And Brought Me Here Instead Dressed in Red
And i'm Wondering Who Could Be Writing This Song
I DON'T CARE IF The Sun Don't Shine
And i don't Care IF Nothing Is Mine
And i don't Care If I'm Nervous With You
I'll Do My Loving In The Winter.
And The Sea Isn't Green
And I Love The Queen
And What Exactly Is a Dream?
And what exactly is a joke?
You are terribly mistaken if you think I'm here,
And I just must explain to you
That I am not here to actually.
And I never thought that the moon could be so big.
And I never thought that the moon could be so sad.
And I am very grateful that you threw my old boots
And instead brought me here, dressed in red.
And I think everything could write this song?
I already do not care whether the sun shines
I don't care if I have anything
And I already no matter if I act on your nerves,
I will do my love in winter.
And the sea is no longer green
And I love the queen.
And what of this is a dream?
And what of this is a joke?