Текст песни аНДРЕЙ жАБИН - Медленный Полёт

Am, Dm, Em, Am - F, G, Em, Am
18:45 05/14/2007

Slow flight is a bit of a dance
Moths over the light
And you don’t know whether to laugh,
Whether crying sobbing, freaking out.

Slow flight is a kind of faith
That you as God are invulnerable
Put on the plywood wings
And we’ll fly very slowly.

Slow flight is the choice of a suicide
Producing straight to the stars
And grief blackens faces
Those who understand this choice.

Slow flight is the way of the samurai
With the inevitable hara-kiri at the end,
The wind breaks our wings
Autumn rain in October.