Перевод песни NewYorkSoul | Группа jon bellion | Альбом The separation

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Bottle of red, bottle of white My dad sent to me the other night In the box there was a postcard just for fun Saying everyone is proud, we miss you son

Бутылку красного, бутылку белого1

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See my mother on Skype Hear my sisters through postcards they write Watch my niece grow through Instagram Yeah, around the world my body will roam But my soul’s in New York My soul’s in New York

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Light creeps in the hotel from the sun All the homies left a voicemail from the pub "Thinking of you, we’ll pour out a beer But goddamn, Jon, we wish you were here"

Отец прислал мне прошлым вечером, В коробке была открытка, просто пара строк — Говорят, все гордятся тобой, мы скучаем по тебе, сынок.

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See my mother on Skype Hear my sisters through postcards they write Watch my niece grow through Instagram Yeah, around the world my body will roam But my soul’s in New York My soul’s in New York See my mother on Skype Hear my sisters through postcards they write Watch my niece grow through Instagram Yeah, around the world my body will roam But my soul’s in New York

Вижу маму по Скайпу, Слышу сестёр по открыткам, которые они кропают, Слежу, как растёт моя племянница, через Инстаграм. Да, моё тело по миру кочует то тут, то там, Но моя душа в Нью-Йорке. Моя душа в Нью-Йорке.

Jon bellion

The separation

NewYorkSoul English / Английский язык

Bottle of red, bottle of white My dad sent to me the other night In the box there was a postcard just for fun Saying everyone is proud, we miss you son

See my mother on Skype Hear my sisters through postcards they write Watch my niece grow through Instagram Yeah, around the world my body will roam But my soul’s in New York My soul’s in New York

Light creeps in the hotel from the sun All the homies left a voicemail from the pub "Thinking of you, we’ll pour out a beer But goddamn, Jon, we wish you were here"