Текст песни Шурупов А. - Муха белокрылая птица, муха боевой самолет

I fly madly in love!
That was long ago, my friends,
When still young I was,
When I was still young.

Sometimes it takes a microscope,
On the fly-direct it -
On cheeks on the eyes, on the forehead,
Then to himself.

And you see that she and I,
What we complement each other,
That too is in love with me
My dear friend.

She circled me,
I pounded and throbbed in the glass,
I kissed her at times,
And time flowed silently for us.

But the years have passed, and me
Diseases of the clash between the crowd -
In the knees, ears and back
Shoot one after another.

And I am no longer one
And there's my fly for a long time.
She hums, sings,
She knocks on the window.

Forgotten feeling crowded in the chest,
And my heart is eating snake
And there is nothing in front of ...
About a fly! About my bird!