Луна не знает пути [Luna ne znayet puti] [English translation]

The moon doesn't know the ways, yet, it flies

Yet, if flies to those stars

It doesn’t know the floor and yet, knocking

At the door, asking "Who's there?"

You'll get to see the mirages and the high-flying

Clouds again

She's screaming at the star "Help!"

But that ain't her concern

The azure sky, hide my quarters

The golden sun, present your rays to me

Well, how can I find such a thing with you?

To find all the keys to the door

The sky is blue, hide my quarters

The golden sun, present your rays to me

Well, how can I find such a thing with you?

To find all the keys to the door

When the sun rises

Along with its dawn

Where the sky is blue

Will be covered by the sunset

And they'll take a rest

The winter will cover them with a blanket

They will be warmed with its eyes

Then they'll open the doors

The sky is blue, hide my quarters

The golden sun, present your rays to me

Well, how can I find such a thing with you?

To find all the keys to the door

The sky is blue, hide my quarters

The golden sun, present your rays to me

Well, how can I find such a thing with you?

To find all the keys to the door

The moon doesn't know the ways, yet, it flies

Yet, if flies to those stars

It doesn’t know the floor and yet, knocking

At the door, asking "Who's there?"

You'll get to see the mirages and the high-flying

Clouds again

She's screaming at the star "Help!"

But that ain't her concern

When the sun rises

Along with its dawn

Where the sky is blue

Will be covered by the sunset

And they'll take a rest

The winter will cover them with a blanket

They will be warmed with its eyes

Then they'll open the doors

The sky is blue, hide my quarters

The golden sun, present your rays to me

Well, how can I find such a thing with you?

To find all the keys to the door

The sky is blue, hide my quarters

The golden sun, present your rays to me

Well, how can I find such a thing with you?

To find all the keys to the door

The sky is blue, hide my quarters

The golden sun, present your rays to me

Well, how can I find such a thing with you?

To find all the keys to the door

The sky is blue, hide my quarters

The golden sun, present your rays to me

Well, how can I find such a thing with you?

To find all the keys to the door

• Artist:Taypan & Agunda