Текст песни Green Translating - Wake Me Up When All Moving Ends

Five years have come and passed;
The same old space can never last,
We’re finally moving,
Get those boxes, friends.
Five more floors,
One hundred doors,
Move your stuff, and cry no more
Wake me up when all moving ends.

Только обжились, научились находить друг друга
И вдруг переезжаем.
Легко сказать – на тебе коробку, а попробуй-ка сложи в одну коробку всю жизнь.
Сколько там этажей? Пять?
Сколько там дверей? Сто?
Мне уже сейчас плохо, пусть коробки носит кто-то другой, я по субботам с утра сплю.

Home sweet home we loved it here
Everything was oh so near
Down the hallway on one floor.
Now get used to working out
Down and up, then up and down,
Till your legs are tired and sore.

И чем вам здесь не нравится?
Все так близко – коридор, четыре комнаты, а какая столовка!
Говорят там крутые лестницы, и на каждом пролете ступеньки разной высоты,
Я вот предчувствую, мы все там будем падать на поворотах.

Twenty rooms, and sixty comps
A roaring crowd that cheers and stomps
Staircases up and down
Head in sweat and arms in pain,
Two more boxes – not again
You better wake me up
When all this moving ends.

А еще мне кажется, нам и там скоро будет тесно,
А на лестницах будут пробки.
И чтобы кого-то найти, нужно будет разряд ГТО,
Мне уже сейчас плохо, пусть коробки носит кто-то другой, я по субботам с утра сплю.

I will let my memory rest
But never forget what I lost,
You better wake me up when
All this moving ends.

Погодите, дайте мне свыкнуться с мыслью – не в подворотню, а дальше, дальше, а там по светофору, на другую сторону улицы, и в самое красивое здание на переулке.
Где моя коробка – давайте ее сюда. Я побежал!

Five Years Have Come and Passed;
The Same Old Space CAN Never Last,
We're Finally Moving,
Get Those Boxes, Friends.
Five More Floors
One Hundred DOORS,
Move Your Stuff and Cry No More
Wake Me Up WHEN All moving Ends.

Just fought, learned to find each other
And suddenly we move.
It is easy to say - on you the box, and try to put one box with one box.
How many floors there? Five?
How many doors there? Hundred?
I am already bad now, let someone else wears the box, I sleep on Saturdays in the morning.

Home Sweet Home We Loved It Here
Everything WAS OH SO Near
DOWN THE HALLWAY ON ONE FLOOR.
Now Get to Working Out
DOWN AND UP, THEN UP AND DOWN,
Till Your Legs Are Tired and Sore.

And what do not you like here?
Everything is so close - the corridor, four rooms, and what kind of caught!
They say cool stairs there, and on each span the steps of different heights,
I am a presentiment, we will all fall there on the turns.

Twenty Rooms, and Sixty COMPS
A Roaring Crowd That Cheers and Stomps
Staircases Up and Down
Head in Sweat and Arms in Pain
Two More Boxes - NOT AGAIN
You Better Wake Me Up
WHEN ALL This MOVING ENDS.

And it seems to me, we will soon be closely
And on the stairs there will be traffic jams.
And to find someone, you will need to be the discharge of the GTO,
I am already bad now, let someone else wears the box, I sleep on Saturdays in the morning.

I Will Let My Memory Rest
But Never Forget What I Lost,
You Better Wake Me Up WHEN
ALL This Moving Ends.

Wait, let me get along with the thought - not in the doorway, and then, on, and there on the traffic light, on the other side of the street, and in the most beautiful building on the alley.
Where is my box - let's go here. I ran!