Текст песни песни под гитару - Груз 200

The aircraft's mouth opened to load its passengers
But today I fly alone, and suddenly I was so crowded.
I leaned her cheek against growing cold lens window.
Entered my load, and chill ran back.

Chorus:
Here we are together
One for two aircraft.
My load - 200,
Your last flight.

I squeeze in the hands of the invoice, as skipping unfortunately,
And I want to crush this terrible, green leaf
Zakrulilis screws that ran beneath us betonka.
That's all flew home to mate.

Swim beneath us gray Afghan mountains,
I'm evil to them do not hold, but Damn this war.
When planting in the Soviet Union (Russia?) Quietly whisper their Burden:
& Quot; Sasha, my friend, you are also welcome spring. & Quot;