Текст песни Сурмач П. - Тамада

Live on Mother Earth
When flights run out
And in our dreams, like in the clouds
Fucking silently airplanes
Sit at a friendly table -
It happens a holiday at the pilot,
And medals with the toast of Tamada,
When someone is late.

Chorus:
Wanted, wish, Tamada,
So that your beloved did not forget us.
So that in memory of someone always
Our place was not busy.
And so that the earth would be expected,
And so that the sky loved us too.

And my comrade Tamada
It will offer his toast for pilots.
And remember those who did not come
And never can come.
We live on Mother - Earth
We are from landing to takeoff.
And again waiting for the airfield
And work continues.

Chorus.