Текст песни 11 Easy Steps (Trout Fishing in America) с переводом

I’m still spinning round, but I’m lowering my orbit,

My feet don’t touch the ground, sometimes I drag my knees;

Over the fences, over the plain,

Holdin' the canvas that’s holdin' the rain,

I know imagination’s the only thing that can stop me.

I’m still spinning around, coloring my senses,

Helicopter dance, the cotton-cloudy day,

Out through the window, over the trees,

Follow the rivers right down to the seas,

I know imagination’s the only thing that can stop me.

Dream the endless dream, memories erase themselves

Childhood just becomes a box stored upon the closet shelves.

Dream the endless dream, memories replace themselves

Believe in fantasies; look into your eyes, I see myself.

Climbin' a rope ladder over the wall,

I can be anything at all,

I know imagination’s the only thing that can stop me.

I’m still spinning round, but I’m lowering my orbit,

My feet don’t touch the ground, sometimes I drag my knees;

Over the fences, over the plain,

Holdin' the canvas that’s holdin' the rain,

I know imagination’s the only thing that can stop me.

Climbin' a rope ladder over the wall,

I can be anything at all,

I know imagination’s the only thing that can stop me;

That can stop me.

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