My new victim. It is one of my old favorites of BI-2.
My word-for-word translation:
The lights go out in the windows
As if this foreign planet
Is forever slipping
From underneath my feet
Half a kingdom for the ticket,
All paid in full.
From thousands of paths,
I am choosing this one.
Chorus:
To hold on to the air,
And on to the sharp stars,
To touch the sky with my hand.
To hold on to the air,
And on to the sharp stars,
And there, high above,
Just to breathe together with you.
My enemy in the mirrow
Is faithful till the end,
And the airy vaults
Are undulating in the wind.
How hard it is to make a step,
And even harder is to make two...
This is a road traveled by touch,
And I am choosing this freedom....
в окнах гаснет свет как будто навсегда уходит из под ног чужая планета полцарства за билет оплачено сполна из тысячи дорог я выбираю эту припев: держаться за воздух, за острые звёзды огромного неба коснуться рукой держаться за воздух, за острые звёзды и там над землёй дышать им с тобой мой зеркальный враг мне верен до конца и на ветру дрожат воздушные своды как трудно сделать шаг ещё сложнее два дорога наугад я выбрал свободу
My word-for-word translation:
The lights go out in the windows
As if this foreign planet
Is forever slipping
From underneath my feet
Half a kingdom for the ticket,
All paid in full.
From thousands of paths,
I am choosing this one.
Chorus:
To hold on to the air,
And on to the sharp stars,
To touch the sky with my hand.
To hold on to the air,
And on to the sharp stars,
And there, high above,
Just to breathe together with you.
My enemy in the mirrow
Is faithful till the end,
And the airy vaults
Are undulating in the wind.
How hard it is to make a step,
And even harder is to make two...
This is a road traveled by touch,
And I am choosing this freedom....
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