Текст песни Space, 1961 (Patrick the Pan) с переводом

There is a place, where birds don’t fly

A home of silence and sattelites

And I feel the world smiles at me

Fading in astral melancholy

I am forgotten by history and gravity

The state I’m in is a feist for poetry

Hopeless and helpless I realized —

Science’s the only god and it feeds with sacrifice

I know You don’t want me back

I am so meaningless

The closer to stars the more I feel like I’m falling down

Silence, here I come into your arms

I’m lucky to choose between the blade, hunger and cold

Final move and I am coming home

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