Текст песни Скади - Самолётик

Candles paled, mind broke
And he traveled over the map until the morning.
I thought - almost caught,
But the words are stuck in the tip of the pen.
Plodes ink blots
Instead of rows and told about flight.
And then snatched the sheet and folded
Airplane.

So fly, fly, unpasted novel,
A long step of the way to the transcendental countries -
Route for ten heartbeats.
Nowhere to fate ...

Listened beeps, drinking coffee
And signed about the edge of the draft.
Either fell in love, or loved,
And looked into the patterns of the ceiling cracked.
Waited, worried, jealous
And almost forgot about flight.
Did not send the letter, did not break
And folded the airplane.

So fly, fly, unpasted novel,
A long step of the way to the transcendental countries -
Route for ten heartbeats.
No one from fate is not going ...