Текст песни Акзар Фуко - Самолеты туда не летают

These different bands from the windows of houses
Here, white, yellow, blue here
And each has its own history, its own pain
Each family and it can not hide

Gone are the days of searching yourself
But is it possible to find something that is not lost
Tired apparently influx footage line
Of the old gallery , where only yellow mimicry
Broken rhythm , broken bits
Broken line crack in my granite slabs
Continuing the dream of paradise is not with you
Apparently there do not fly airplanes

Continuing to swing you in a trace
Dusty roads , the lost
outburst
In the best poems of these new poets
What do you call rap
One mother only evil I do not wish to
Thank you , I appreciate it , to the envy of enemies smile
It is so often go wrong
And even more offended , stupid fool
Releasing all idle talk bad window
Usmehnus , if released bad blood
But , everything will fall into place
I , my addled world and emptiness
These different bands from the windows of houses
Here, white, yellow, blue here
And each has its own history, its own pain
Each family and it can not hide

Gone are the days of searching yourself
But is it possible to find something that is not lost
Tired apparently influx footage line
Of the old gallery , where only yellow mimicry
Broken rhythm , broken bits
Broken line crack in my granite slabs
Continuing the dream of paradise is not with you
Apparently the planes do not fly there