Текст песни Клаксон - Небо держит

Steel hands pulled behind a lump
Every extra stone, ingesting dust load
While my cough is not bent and the power of faith
My love to you, no matter how I mesilo

And among the heaps of ruins, a house
The creaking on stilts, to the collapse is always ready
For you and me it is his to others no
While the draft does not dump all the windows tearing hinges

And I'll go along with it, to soar into the sky
Taking the hand you forward to space subsoil
Our wings burned, turned black oil
We have scorched the atmosphere, it is not noticed

And we would have fallen, swooping head on the ground
But the flight is holding us, or rather love
Fly, gravity on treason
This is not the end for you and me

"And you call me, all my strength
To hold our own, with love you
While we can say thank you to the world
What keeps our sky flight "