Текст песни Авиация - Вертолёт

I disassemble somehow I, there are two principles horse
I do the horse so my two wings, but nothing
A horse that has a helicopter, waving his wings as hell
And understand, I can not, as the flies that garbage

A friend of mine says that the horse is valued
That without the tape he does not leave anything
What's on the sleeve nut is, and hanging on her whole life
And shaking it slightly, rising in clouds

And he still says that he was hanging in the air
And in the field of clean, he can sit in any season
This is just the upper class, this flight pribambas
The country's aviation and these need

I am for the other generally pleased that such a device
It is in their own hands leads easily in the clouds