Текст песни Джон Крылов - Полёт

The height has departed from highness,
A hologram at the bottom instead of a line.
I separated paternity from patronymic,
Tearing off the wing from the surname.

I will drive off the platform with a ticket:
Geometry. § Microproblems.
I didn't know when I reached Pluto
That I know where the system output is!

There they ordered to keep the secrets of midnight:
Maths. § Adjacency matrix.
But no one who left the sunny house
He did not return under the banner of the former.

After that I became unusually gentle -
This is Chemistry. § Oxytocin,
But I returned to the system the same,
But like Pluto one.