Текст песни Виктор Ефимов - Самолет упал

The plane crashed, Alex was still alive,
He waved his hand and fell to the spruce,
All he could say his own, breaking his uniform,
The mystery of these words buried in the sky
So I wanted to up, and he fell down
Very strange thing called life
And ending the war, the two spreading wings
So hands like clouds rake.

The plane crashed and broke up in smoke,
So we're in a year will burn
Do you hear the silence calls us up,
Not your fault and not my success

Do not keep your enemies in a pack of wolves,
Take care of your friends have fun with them,
The trail tits do not look longingly:
Kohl has the strength fly, if not, well wait a minute.

So I wanted to up, and he fell down-
-Hitrozhopaya Thing called life.
And ending the war, the two spreading wings
So hands like clouds rake