Текст песни Митюшкин - Летящий к Мечте

Young boy
Healed one dream
Save up for a motorcycle
Go far away

Lands. And forever
Forget all the names
Turn the throttle handle until it stops
Hear nothing but Rock n Roll!

The guy was flying to a dream
He worked every day.
And at night I matured like
Will ride in continuous darkness.

The motorcycle will start
Turn the throttle
And in unison
It will surely howl the motor.

Flying to your dream
He burns with one idea
Flying to your dream
One believes in dreams

Flying to your dream
Always burning eyes
Flying towards your dream
Will fly up to heaven

I worked conscientiously
Didn't eat or drink! nearly!
And finally the boy
It turned out to accumulate

I turned the throttle
On a wheelbarrow I pulled
Dream to Reality he
Was able to implement
...

The guy was running along the highway
Along the trees and bushes
But some poor fellow
I couldn't get away from the wheels.

Terrible blow
Bones, metal
The poor fellow survived, but
He involuntarily buried the guy right in the coffin.

And the guy
Took off
Took off to heaven