Текст песни
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?
Перевод песни
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're terribly wrong if you think I'm here
And I just have to explain to you
That I'm not really here.
And I never thought the moon could be that big.
And I never thought that the moon could be so sad.
And I'm so grateful that you threw away my old shoes
And instead they brought me here, dressed in red.
And I keep wondering who could have written this song?
I don't care if the sun is shining anymore
I don't care if I have anything
And I don't care if I'm getting on your nerves
I will make my love in the winter.
And the sea is no longer green
And I love the queen.
And what of all this is a dream?
And what of all this is a joke?