Текст песни Альберт Алексахин - Бумажный самолётик

Paper aircraft, I launched into the sky
Fly spinning wants, here the wind picked up
And childhood flew away, ah in the sweetest dream
And youth song sang, Gulko in unison

Cute Mom, Son Sorry
It happened, got off the way
You do not disturb and am angry
Your son will come back, Mom wait ...

Thring in the light, the trail is too
I did not meet Juliet, in wine I am all the utop
My crumpled friend, knock on the door again
Poor, nagi, son, you don't believe them

Ah, my life is crazy already
I fall sighing, well, let's even at least a chance
Another attempt, I can and resist
But I swung a bottle and drink bitterly again ...

9.11.2017.