Текст песни Воронов Владимир - Бумажный самолет

Little feet little hands
Do not get it until I was up to the heavenly clouds
Paper Airplane on a bed asleep
The most I brave dad says
Paper Airplane on a bed asleep
The most I brave dad says

I know for sure that when I grow it
You will not find better in the world you are a soldier
Will release a paper airplane to fly
Mom native will defend
Will release a paper airplane to fly
Mom native will defend

And while I dream only candy
I will not say his toys about this
Paper Airplane wings my
I tear off one day with them from the land
Paper Airplane wings my
I tear off one day with them from the land

Not afraid of us winds and rains and slush
You grow a man and do not try to cry
The plane of childhood calls me
And step into the sky with a parachute I
And step into the sky with a parachute I