Текст песни Гротеск - Самолёт

We were all sitting on the plane ,
I was on the ground commander .
Voice trusting on the rise ,
My cabin as an apartment .
And the sweet smell of the flight attendants ...
It is a pity that today there is no press.
You do not want to break up ?
Well, good luck !

Quietly I add traction
And not a damn thing I do not understand .
Landing gear , flaps retracted ,
He opened a bottle of wine more .
Scored nine thousand meters ,
I told everyone " Meet the ancestors ".
And lay on the wing ,
I almost flew out the window .

And on top of the mask flew .
Our ship is full of red paint .
You feel weightless ,
And now meet the abyss.