Текст песни Green Translating - Wake Me Up When All Moving Ends
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Five years have come and passed;The same old space can never last,
We’re finally moving,
Get those boxes, friends.
Five more floors,
One hundred doors,
Move your stuff, and cry no more
Wake me up when all moving ends.
Только обжились, научились находить друг друга
И вдруг переезжаем.
Легко сказать – на тебе коробку, а попробуй-ка сложи в одну коробку всю жизнь.
Сколько там этажей? Пять?
Сколько там дверей? Сто?
Мне уже сейчас плохо, пусть коробки носит кто-то другой, я по субботам с утра сплю.
Home sweet home we loved it here
Everything was oh so near
Down the hallway on one floor.
Now get used to working out
Down and up, then up and down,
Till your legs are tired and sore.
И чем вам здесь не нравится?
Все так близко – коридор, четыре комнаты, а какая столовка!
Говорят там крутые лестницы, и на каждом пролете ступеньки разной высоты,
Я вот предчувствую, мы все там будем падать на поворотах.
Twenty rooms, and sixty comps
A roaring crowd that cheers and stomps
Staircases up and down
Head in sweat and arms in pain,
Two more boxes – not again
You better wake me up
When all this moving ends.
А еще мне кажется, нам и там скоро будет тесно,
А на лестницах будут пробки.
И чтобы кого-то найти, нужно будет разряд ГТО,
Мне уже сейчас плохо, пусть коробки носит кто-то другой, я по субботам с утра сплю.
I will let my memory rest
But never forget what I lost,
You better wake me up when
All this moving ends.
Погодите, дайте мне свыкнуться с мыслью – не в подворотню, а дальше, дальше, а там по светофору, на другую сторону улицы, и в самое красивое здание на переулке.
Где моя коробка – давайте ее сюда. Я побежал!
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Five years have come and passed;The same old space can never last,
We’re finally moving,
Get those boxes, friends.
Five more floors,
One hundred doors,
Move your stuff, and cry no more
Wake me up when all moving ends.
We just settled down, learned to find each other
And suddenly we move.
It's easy to say - you have a box on, but try to put it in one box all your life.
How many floors are there? Five?
How many doors are there? One hundred?
I feel bad now, let someone else carry the boxes, I sleep on Saturdays in the morning.
Home sweet home we loved it here
Everything was oh so near
Down the hallway on one floor.
Now get used to working out
Down and up, then up and down,
Till your legs are tired and sore.
And what don't you like here?
Everything is so close - a corridor, four rooms, and what a dining room!
They say there are steep stairs, and on each flight there are steps of different heights,
I have a presentiment that we will all fall there at the bends.
Twenty rooms, and sixty comps
A roaring crowd that cheers and stomps
Staircases up and down
Head in sweat and arms in pain,
Two more boxes - not again
You better wake me up
When all this moving ends.
And it also seems to me that it will soon be cramped for us there too,
And there will be traffic jams on the stairs.
And in order to find someone, you will need a TRP category,
I feel bad now, let someone else carry the boxes, I sleep on Saturdays in the morning.
I will let my memory rest
But never forget what I lost,
You better wake me up when
All this moving ends.
Wait, let me get used to the idea - not into the gateway, but further, further, and there along the traffic light, on the other side of the street, and into the most beautiful building on the side street.
Where is my box - bring it here. I ran!