Текст песни Приключения Электроников - Трава у дома

Earth through the porthole , the land in the window
Earth in a window is visible ...
As the son of a mother is sad , sad as the son of his mother
We are sad about the earth - it is one
A star nevertheless a star nonetheless
A little closer , but also cold
And, as in the hours of the eclipse , and as a watch eclipse
Looking forward to seeing the world and earthly dreams

And the dream we do not roar of the cosmodrome
Not this icy blue
And we dream grass, grass near the house
Green , green grass

And we fly orbits ways neizbity
Stitched meteorites space
Justified by the risk and courage , space music
Floated in the business of our conversation
At some haze matte Earth through the porthole
Evening and early dawn
A son longs for his mother , and the son of his mother sad
Waiting for his son 's mother and sons - Land

And the dream we do not roar of the cosmodrome
Not this icy blue
And we dream grass, grass near the house
Green , green grass