Текст песни Константин Фролов - Ранним утром в аэропорту

Maybe you do not understand us,
If common sense in your price
We are again on the wicked - the flight,
Only in reality, not a dream

Come, now, we are not to dispute,
Because it can be heard a mile away,
Rokot warmed up engines
Early in the morning at the airport

Life fragrance is thick and sweet,
Long did not keep us warm,
We live from takeoff to landing
With a brief stop in the world.

It happened, believe or not to believe,
We have long been captivated height
Music desperate wind
The main rotor blades.

And when it comes down,
On a carpet of velvet grass,
We roamed like a wounded bird,
Top without raising his head.

And at the bottom of the soul hide donors,
We look forward to when the pierce height
Rokot warmed up engines
Early in the morning at the airport.