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

"He was in a state of nervous shock. You understand that for a man who has eleven years of space flights, sometimes in difficult conditions, it was amazing. Two days later he recovered, but never left the spacecraft, and tried do not approach the window from which the ocean was visible "

Open date letter ...

I'm ready and fit by all standards, really!

If you read this, it means that you will fly tomorrow

The soldiers are now dusting me from the shuttle

I fall asleep from the player to the roar of airships, sorry ...

That I won't see how Sasha grows

You will understand me - my dream is out there

Where the cold planet looks less scary

I haven't done good things in my life, how so?

Only the Rh factor is positive in me

Life is theater, but I will not see the play

Turned off the lights and I left after intermission

The mechanics at the cosmodrome will disperse before dark

Checking the capsule for the fiftieth time

I didn't get on an expedition to Mars

But I'm nine years old now to fly towards the beautiful

Nine years is not much ...

I am upstairs, I am flying, I am alone with God!

I consoled myself that this is my job

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

Nine years before Pluto ...

Here, year after year, the weather is always the same

Sasha looks at the stars and wants to see dad

And dad sees only space through the window

Open date letter ...

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

I remember Baikonur, when you wrote in your letter

Like you can't sleep well if I'm not around

Next spring in St. Petersburg the same slush

And you will stop even crying for me

You and your new husband will meet at the same table

Sasha will quietly call him dad

Millions of times farther than the Far East

I was served on the table before departure for courage

Our favorite wine, poured into glasses for a hundred

I realized - my life is brighter than a kaleidoscope

I am forever walled up in a capsule with our flag

But I realized - she forever became a sarcophagus

My fate will remain a mystery to you all

The ground in the window looks so sad ...

Nine years is not much ...

I am upstairs, I am flying, I am alone with God!

I consoled myself that this is my job

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

Nine years before Pluto ...

Here, year after year, the weather is always the same

Sasha looks at the stars and wants to see dad

And dad sees only space through the window

"And this case is generally unusual. A severe form of schizophrenia. The young man in this ward thinks that he is an astronaut flying to Pluto until he is nine years old. He has been in our clinic for two years, but the strangest thing is that the term is not shortened. The same nine years ... still the same Pluto ... the same cold Earth in the window "