Текст песни Drapo blane - Человек высокого полёта

verse 1

I know a man in his all nishtyachёk
Near his house there is a chic turnichok
He himself did not kachek but athletic shape
The character of good-natured, a bit peculiar
Valid logical in itself certain
The first wheels became 600-th gelding
He took more of the greens during the redistribution
When a country seething with human bespredal
His head stuck thought to be rich
Nevertheless it is for any brother
And this situation he thought more of gold
But just proc will love its board

No matter how he tried to be a friend to everyone
But this craft his business was with an effort
Thinned the ranks of the lads round the old school
I choked him like a noose, this game of tag
But success in business he became a faithful brother
And a man without soul shelves return
Threw all the senses, replacing its
Replacing it all just leaving the old name
And as a result, he became one of the moneybags
And I have long forgotten what I dreamed and thought
Warm the heart more than the amount of native people
Yes Any is now for him a cake on a platter

Chorus

Our dreams as a guide
Lead through the mist, through the storms and calm
Faith in ourselves gives us strength
For emotional wounds she elixir
Feelings live in our hearts
They carry us into the wind at full steam
In our eyes shining full
Thirst for victory, like fire
But it's not worth it
If you burn to ashes the dream
What do you most expensive
Unforgettable, always remember
In his chest and keep Exalt

verse 2

Smash bones boredom anger
To spit on everything and be a handful of hula
Uninvited guests in mind for any
Not when it's too late, everything is easier than ever
The man again took the Everest peak
He said he honestly since childhood
Everything is all in the eye, for which he was held in high esteem
But these, too, fate brings her scores
So often the truth stings vanity
The desire to shut it merely prelude
All are judges in the court is not in good conscience
But his spirit was strong invincible valor

Evening lulled tired mind
Measuring gait, hiding the building
Thoughts he conquered a new dream
Let falls lie, the truth shout
Many people are surprised he is dependability and the will
Only straightness beat salt hail
Steel noiseless colitis flesh in the darkness
Hot blood in the arteries more bubbles
Life thin thread to break it in two accounts
In the eyes of dew when the hands holding photo
High flight of man is always in danger
But such stories more than others admire