Текст песни Юрий Шевчук - Лётчик в самолёте

Pilot in airplane was talking about birds,
Immersed in a copper ground lights:
"Maybe we, my friend, not to sit more
Share with feathered remaining days? "

Angels and demons, devils, cherubs ...
You flew in the window and sat on the bed.
"How is our son? - I asked - Under the moon among us. "
I looked at the window, knocked off its hinges.

"Do you want to fly? I'll show where platted
I space of time! Look, eccentric. "
We wandered into a strange parallel world,
It's almost like a child, but a little bit wrong.

Winds drawn by the mirror machine
No boundaries of conventional, fused with the truth lies,
Silver paced, prophetic pictures ...
- "Where are we ..." grinned: "Everyone then you will understand!"

And we sailed our faces in the heavenly temple,
Theophane there painted the iconostasis,
Pilot in airplane was talking about birds,
And in a window smiling rescued.