Текст песни Ярмак - Чувства повисли на тонкой нитке

Our flight ended its flight and not starting
We fly to the sky where the sun hidden in a shirt
Where there is no fuss problems
Where only you and me
Fell or soaring to small height
Maybe the pilot fool and maybe they oboe
Barely opening the flaps whole system crashes
Our plane falls down but I keep the wheel
And if I das hand we wake up there I had not seen one !

Emotion hung on a thin thread through pain and resentment error
And if the Lord of the soul crossed 2 that it would not have been within the heart forgive all