Текст песни Территория 22 - На таран

He cleaned the Talalikhin-hero’s boots again,
And hawks were sleeping by the warm stove.
I read these letters and entered the role,
Twin-engine birds - red stars!

Do you want to be a propeller - your friend
And a diving fighter.
- What do you think is needed in the sky for two?
-When there is nothing to choose, it means knocking him down!

NataraN!

How old, how many winters roam the cities
Oh, a ghost hero ...
I am capable of anything! And even beat the drum,
Without a soul and without regret.

I’m walking on appliances - I’m not seeing nichrome!
And knit dead loops into knots ...
In vain do you think that I can’t get you
The bird is black, twin-engine, NataraN!

NataraN!