Гарри Топор - 9 лет - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

"He was in a state of nervous shock. You understand that for a man who knew eleven years of space flights, sometimes in the hardest conditions, it was amazing. Two days later, he recovered, but no longer came out of the cosmolet, and tried Do not approach the window from which was visible ocean "

Letter with an open date ...

I am ready and come out for all standards, right!

If you read it - then departure tomorrow

Soldiers now reset me dust from shuttle

I fall asleep from the player under the roar of airship, sorry ...

That I will not see how Sasha grows

You will understand me - my dream somewhere there

Where the cold planet looks not so scary

I did not in the life of good things, well, how so?

In me from a positive only Rh

Life is the theater, but I do not watch the performance

Turned off the light and I went after intermission

Mechanics on the cosmodrome will disperse

Checking the capsule in the shock

I did not hit the expedition to Mars

But I am nine years old to fly to meet the beautiful

Nine years not so much ...

I'm upstairs, I'm flying, I'm alone with God!

I consoge myself what is my job

But I realized that I was wrong and there is no reverse

Nine years before pluton ...

Here, from year to year, one and the same weather

Sasha looks at the stars and wants to see dad

And dad sees only space in the porthole

Letter with an open date ...

I did not recognize myself in the mirror, but not the fact that I would be rich

I remember Baikonur when you wrote in a letter

Like you can't sleep well if not near me

The next spring in St. Petersburg is the same slush

And you will stop me even cry

You will gather with a new husband at one table

His quietly calls Sasha Pope

In millions of times farther than the Far East

Before departure for courage, I got on the table

Our favorite wine, poured in glasses

I understood - my life is brighter than kaleidoscope

I am forever stamped into a capsule with our flag

But I understood - she was forever became a sarcophag

My fate for you will remain a mystery

The land in the porthole looks so sad ...

Nine years not so much ...

I'm upstairs, I'm flying, I'm alone with God!

I consoge myself what is my job

But I realized that I was wrong and there is no reverse

Nine years before pluton ...

Here, from year to year, one and the same weather

Sasha looks at the stars and wants to see dad

And dad sees only space in the porthole

"And this case is generally unusual. Heavy schizophrenia form. A young man in this chamber thinks that he is a cosmonaut flying to Pluto to which nine years old. He has been in our clinic for two years, but what is the strangest - the term is not reduced. All the same nine years ... All the same Pluto ... All the same cold land in the porthole "