Оригинален текст
The crescent flight of the moon
Casts a pleasant light on my skin
Soothing satellite cruise
Moving on again
Distant trains on the breeze
Distant throats start to freeze
Tearful eyes growing dim
Moving on again
Cats that sound like babies crying
Magpie feathers in the rain
Christmas in your hair reclining
Moving on again
We are moving on again...