If I were a spider and my mother was the moon
Out came the sun and dried off her cocoon
Underneath the water I would lay and die to soon
If I were a spider and my mother was the moon
Fallen from my web I have landed in the stream
Been drifting on a while or forever so it seems
My mother cries above me: "you have left the world too soon"
If I were a spider and my mother was the moon
So I come to rest now down in my riverbed
Dreaming of the life I left tangled up in the web
My mother sits upon the hill singing a song or two
If I were a spider and my mother was the moon
Если б луною была моя мать, а я бы была пауком
Кокон иссохший с нее бы снимало Солнце своим лучом,
И я б, пока смерть не наступит, лежала, укрывшись холодным ручьем,
Если б луною была моя мать, а я бы была пауком.
Я, со своей паутины упав, вошла бы в бегущий поток
И сколько плыла бы, сама и не знаю – но был бы как вечность тот срок.
А мать бы рыдала, склонясь над водою, о бедном ребенке своем
Если б луною была моя мать, а я бы была пауком.
Отдых найдя средь играющих струй, я укрылась бы в темной волне
И жизнь, что осталась меж шелковых нитей, являлась бы мне во сне.
А мать бы всходила на холм, чтобы спеть пару песен о чем-то своем
Если б луною была моя мать, а я бы была пауком.
If I were a spider and my mother was the moon
Out came the sun and dried off her cocoon
Underneath the water I would lay and die to soon
If I were a spider and my mother was the moon
Fallen from my web I have landed in the stream
Been drifting on a while or forever so it seems
My mother cries above me: "you have left the world too soon"
If I were a spider and my mother was the moon
So I come to rest now down in my riverbed
Dreaming of the life I left tangled up in the web
My mother sits upon the hill singing a song or two
If I were a spider and my mother was the moon
If the moon were my mother, and I would be a spider
A cocoon withered from it would remove the Sun with its beam,
And I would, until death comes, lay covered with a cold stream,
If the moon were my mother, and I would be a spider.
I, having fallen from my web, would enter a running stream
And how much I would swim, I myself do not know - but that term would be like eternity.
A mother would cry, bending over the water, about her poor child
If the moon were my mother, and I would be a spider.
Having found rest amidst playing jets, I would hide in a dark wave
And the life that was left between the silk threads would appear to me in a dream.
And mother would have climbed the hill to sing a couple of songs about something her
If the moon were my mother, and I would be a spider.
