Текст песни June (Camper Van Beethoven) с переводом

Are you weary of the lengthening days?

Do you secretly wish for November’s rain

And the harvest moon to wane in the sky?

There is nothing in this world more bitter than spring

And I wrote you this letter

'cause the clothes were hung on the line

And the crows flew out of the field and up into the sky

I’m lying here in the station

Stretching out on the tracks

Are all the possible places that I might arrive

There is nothing in this world more bitter than love

In all those long days of June

Bring me the long brown grass, now that it’s dry

There is nothing in this world more bitter than spring

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