Текст песни Полковник и Однополчане - 7 тысяч над землей

Late hours, half of the first
Seven thousand on the motor.
Buzz in your head ... in front of the fog.
A two white bottles in me,
Penalty two hundred
And yet ... one glass.

Dizziness, glitches without end
Two images of one person ...

How difficult to live a little
Crawl through the streets of curves
Through the bushes, across borders in a straight line
But I combat pilot,
To me it's not the first
I know the way to the base as a home

I went on a course away from the wall to the fence
Sleeps autopilot.
Oh, squirt! Probably drunk.
no communication, looked at the instruments.
How to get out on the wing?
Without screw ... and without a rudder

No considerations .. Corkscrew seems ...
In a pool of reflection ... my face.

Throughout the grand beauty
I crawl on the runway
Takeoff, the gap over the lawn and I was floating!
Before the entrance turn
Candles on the eighth floor
And in the doorway I made a loop

I went quietly to land
Sleeps airfield.
Somewhere there was a sofa.
Sleeps hangar, like everything is in order
But I was waiting for manager
So again the night ramming

I swung something into his head flies
And debriefing difficult to be

Closed air space,
I drove out into the corridor
I'm a fighter's tail fell in with a bucket.
Bomber with a broom
There is at low level for me
That's how we met native airfield.