Перевод песни We looked like giants | Группа death cab for cutie | Альбом Transatlanticism

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God bless the daylight, The sugary smell of springtime Remembering when you were mine In a still suburban town When every Thursday I'd brave those mountain passes And you'd skip your early classes And we'd learn how our bodies worked

Да будет благословен дневной свет, Приторно-сладкий аромат весны, То прошлое, где ты принадлежала мне В тогда ещё провинциальном городке, Когда каждый четверг я карабкался по горным тропкам, А ты прогуливала первые уроки, И мы изучали устройство наших тел.

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God damn the black night, with all its foul temptations I've become what I always hated when I was with you then We looked like giants in the back of my gray subcompact Fumbling to make contact as the others slept inside

Да будет проклята ночная тьма с её грязными соблазнами, Я превратился в то, что ненавидел в былые времена с тобой. Мы казались великанами внутри моей серой малолитражки, Неумело находя контакт, пока все спали по домам.

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And together there In a shroud of frost, the mountain air began to pass Through every pane of weathered glass And I held you closer than anyone would ever get

И к нам туда, Под покров инея просачивался горный воздух Со всех сторон через обветренные стёкла, И я обнимал тебя так крепко, как никого и никогда.

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Do you remember the J.A.M.C. And reading aloud from magazines? I don't know about you, but I swear on my name They could smell it on me And I've never been too good with secrets

Помнишь, как слушали J.A.M.C.1 И читали вслух статьи из журналов? Не знаю, как тебя, но, клянусь своим именем, Меня выдавал мой запах. Я и тогда не слишком умел хранить тайны.

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And together there In a shroud of frost, the mountain air began to pass Through every pane of weathered glass And I held you closer

И к нам туда, Под покров инея просачивался горный воздух Со всех сторон через обветренные стёкла, И я обнимал тебя крепче...

Death cab for cutie

Transatlanticism

We looked like giants English / Английский язык

God bless the daylight, The sugary smell of springtime Remembering when you were mine In a still suburban town When every Thursday I'd brave those mountain passes And you'd skip your early classes And we'd learn how our bodies worked

God damn the black night, with all its foul temptations I've become what I always hated when I was with you then We looked like giants in the back of my gray subcompact Fumbling to make contact as the others slept inside

And together there In a shroud of frost, the mountain air began to pass Through every pane of weathered glass And I held you closer than anyone would ever get

Do you remember the J.A.M.C. And reading aloud from magazines? I don't know about you, but I swear on my name They could smell it on me And I've never been too good with secrets

And together there In a shroud of frost, the mountain air began to pass Through every pane of weathered glass And I held you closer