Текст песни Мацел Кошек и поющие расстегаи - Космос

Spaceship on the table by placing
Flies Yuri leaves the Earth.
In the cockpit of his pencil flies,
And one hundred and eight minutes he was not idle talk (sic!) Nerves.

He was not idle talk nerves.

No idle talk nerves.

In space, well - here it is dark and quiet.
Since there is no weight, no ship.
And the good kind - the oceans, stars.
I'd stayed here, enough oxygen.

Thank you, Yuri, for road space,
I go there once on smoyus fellows.
Thrown on the ground the problems and issues,
Push - and weightlessness to the stars HOMO.

Flies come on, I'll open
The light of distant stars, the rings of Saturn,
We will go to the hands of thousands of galaxies!
Just as friends, nothing.