Текст песни SHRI-Ланка - Соло космического посола

Well, who did not send?
Yes, everyone sent!
Many walked there, but did not fall
Lost in the way
It was not to go
Broke into smits
And over the fragments
Paris, Paris
Like swallows
Paris, Paris
Like butterfly
Paris, Paris
Like grandmother
All sprinkled
This is a solo of the cosmic

Walked, sheltered
Where she walked - came there
And what came here - I did not find anything
What was it, what did you lose?
He himself did not know.
But there is Solo
Space ambulance