Текст песни Дашенька Р. - Закрытый космос

Mom wiped her hands on her apron
Dad was reading the newspaper in the kitchen
The boy shouted - give me a spacesuit for my birthday,
Otherwise my world will collapse.

Space, my dear space, wait for me and I will come
Space, my dear space, wait for me.
And I will come.
I promise

And I would like to fly not only in a dream,
Not just in your head and thoughts
I wanted more than snow to fall
I want to be close to the stars ..

I am attracted to these spaces
These webs of unknown planets
I dream of falling into weightlessness
And fly
And fly
Leaving a trace.

And my mother wiped her hands on an apron,
Dad was reading the newspaper in the kitchen
The dumb boy shouted, well, give me a spacesuit,
Otherwise my world will collapse.