Текст песни Мой Париж - Самолет

Plane flies through the sky
You are lying on the grass in the park
Pilot looking through the clouds
And something whistles into the microphone

I'm firmly hanging on you
But you're so far now
I composed a surprise for you -
The melody of these notes

Or maybe I'll write
Immodest letter to you
About how I want you
That I care

And I don't know how to be
And what awaits me in life
I want to love you so much
Plane flies through the sky

Ships sailing
And I alone look at them
And soon we will be together
And let my verse fly to you