Lyrics Penfold - Traveling Theory
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Penfold – Traveling Theory (Путешествующая теория)
Я все еще могу вспомнить изображение зеленых полей и силосных башен на открытке, посланной тобой, и я привык представлять, что мог увидеть тебя там, наблюдающую за мной. И с каждым сделанным движением, с каждым пройденным шагом, в окне каждого поезда я искал тебя, но так и не нашел, поэтому я прикрепил открытку на стену и проводил там дни в ожидании тебя. Холодно ли там, где ты живешь? Какое расстояние нас отделяет? Если эта тишина нарушится, то я смогу подойти, приложить свое ухо и услышать, что ты пришла, чтобы наконец-то спасти меня. И если мое излишнее беспокойство было напрасно, то что же мне теперь делать? Я прикрепил открытку с тобой на стену и каждую ночь смотрел на нее в надежде на то, что ты помашешь мне рукой.
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i can still remeber the picture on the postcard that you sent me of green fields and silos, and I used to pretend that I could see you, like you were watching me. And every move I made. Every step I took. Every train I rode. Every time I looked for you, but could never find you so I put you on my wall, and spent the days waiting for you there. Is it cold out where you live? Is it so far, where you live? If this silence breaks and I let go, put my ear up to hear if you've finally come to save me. If i've been wrong to care so much then what am I to do now. I put you on my wall and looked for you there every night to see if you were waiting to wave.
Я все еще могу вспомнить изображение зеленых полей и силосных башен на открытке, посланной тобой, и я привык представлять, что мог увидеть тебя там, наблюдающую за мной. И с каждым сделанным движением, с каждым пройденным шагом, в окне каждого поезда я искал тебя, но так и не нашел, поэтому я прикрепил открытку на стену и проводил там дни в ожидании тебя. Холодно ли там, где ты живешь? Какое расстояние нас отделяет? Если эта тишина нарушится, то я смогу подойти, приложить свое ухо и услышать, что ты пришла, чтобы наконец-то спасти меня. И если мое излишнее беспокойство было напрасно, то что же мне теперь делать? Я прикрепил открытку с тобой на стену и каждую ночь смотрел на нее в надежде на то, что ты помашешь мне рукой.
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i can still remeber the picture on the postcard that you sent me of green fields and silos, and I used to pretend that I could see you, like you were watching me. And every move I made. Every step I took. Every train I rode. Every time I looked for you, but could never find you so I put you on my wall, and spent the days waiting for you there. Is it cold out where you live? Is it so far, where you live? If this silence breaks and I let go, put my ear up to hear if you've finally come to save me. If i've been wrong to care so much then what am I to do now. I put you on my wall and looked for you there every night to see if you were waiting to wave.
Penfold - Traveling Theory (Traveling Theory)
I can still remember the image of green fields and silos on a postcard sent by you, and I used to imagine that I could see you there, watching me. And with each movement made, with each step passed, I searched for you in the window of each train, but I did not find it, so I attached a postcard to the wall and spent there days waiting for you. Is it cold where you live? What is the distance between us? If this silence is broken, then I can come up, put my ear and hear that you have come to finally save me. And if my unnecessary worry was in vain, then what should I do now? I attached a card with you to the wall and looked at it every night in the hope that you would give me a hand.
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I can still see what you were watching. And every move I made. Every step I took. Every train I rode. I spent it on the wall. Is it cold out where you live? Is it so far, where you live? If you finally come to save me. If I have been wrong to care. You were waiting for the wave.
I can still remember the image of green fields and silos on a postcard sent by you, and I used to imagine that I could see you there, watching me. And with each movement made, with each step passed, I searched for you in the window of each train, but I did not find it, so I attached a postcard to the wall and spent there days waiting for you. Is it cold where you live? What is the distance between us? If this silence is broken, then I can come up, put my ear and hear that you have come to finally save me. And if my unnecessary worry was in vain, then what should I do now? I attached a card with you to the wall and looked at it every night in the hope that you would give me a hand.
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I can still see what you were watching. And every move I made. Every step I took. Every train I rode. I spent it on the wall. Is it cold out where you live? Is it so far, where you live? If you finally come to save me. If I have been wrong to care. You were waiting for the wave.