Текст песни Пасхальное Шествие - Не залетай

Black sky, in heaven - month,
Thousands of stairs are directed to the sky
We are also configured for something great
But time flows and our clock is ticking
But not even visible the end of this race
And it seems to be bursting here.
I am worried about earthly worries
Mascus cigarettes in a jar of sprats

Do not fly, native, do not fly
No longer fly and do not fly less
Do not fly, native, do not fly
No longer fly ..

Great abyss, not knowing something
And we are stuck here, it seems forever
The rocket is languishing, and the engine is turned on,
Someone sent us to the store for flammable
A star map hung over us
But no one will take off until the ninth
After all, our earthly worries are
We are a bulls in the jar of sprats

Do not fly, native, do not fly
No longer fly and do not fly less
Do not fly, native, do not fly
No longer fly ..