Текст песни ВИА Земляне - Трава у дома

(Original 1983)

Earth through the porthole,
Earth through the porthole,
Earth through the porthole is visible.
As the son of a mother grieves,
As the son of a mother grieves,
Sadly we on Earth - it is one.

And the stars yet,
And the stars yet,
A little closer, but still cold.
And as in the eclipse watch
And as in the eclipse watch
We look forward to seeing the world and earthly dreams.

And the dream we do not roar Baikonur,
Not this icy blue.
And we dream grass - the grass at the house.
Green, green grass ...

And we fly orbits,
Paths are not beaten,
Sew space meteorites.
Justified risk and courage,
Space music
It flows into our business conversation.

At some haze matte
Earth through the porthole -
Evening and early dawn.
A son longs for his mother,
A son longs for a mother ...
He is waiting for the son of a mother and son - the Earth.

And the dream we do not roar Baikonur,
Not this icy blue.
And we dream grass - the grass at the house.
Green, green grass ...
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