Перевод песни Mystery Jets – Making Dens

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I have a plane
One of the few
With roundels on its wings
Lullaby for me and for you
When it flies high it sings
Rock me to sleep
With que sara
Dear monde do you suppose?
As I feel my eyelids close
The other side is not so far
I dug a hole
Under the ground
And made myself a den
It's there that I can be found
Not if you return but when
There's a place
A place called Hell
Spend some time there
In the dark I cast a spell
To bury all
All of my fears
Oh D... (?)
Oh D...
Oh D...
I would but I couldn't spell your name
Once I fell from a great height
'Are you ready? I've come for you'
A voice spoke from the graveyard (?)
'Not yet' I said
'Got some things to do.'
And all this time I've been making dens
And I'm still making them now
And I know, I know
I can never make ammends
But I've got to reach you somehow
I can tie my laces (Ohh Oh)
On my own shoes and I can (Ohh Oh)
Count up to to thirty too
Oh D... (?)
Oh D...
Oh D...
I would but I couldn't spell your name
I'm sorry
There are so few words
I waited
A long time
And I never, never came back
I see you often
In everyday places
I want to ... (?)
But I can't find the words
But I can't find the words
And I can't find the words
Oh I can't find the words
And I can't find the words
And I can't find the words
They won't come
(La la la la la)