Текст песни Дмитрий Уразов и ГРАНАТА - Самолёт

Sill broke
joked nevserёz
Pythagoras blacken
Submit an article.
They laughed over them
TV broke
Submit all cartridges
Changed to love

They will take the chair
The torch will ignite again
Thomas utopias Book
will take away

In the cockpit
I'm flying to the sun
I take off over the precipice
Taking with him the air.
I'm flying logical
Taking with him a globe.
I scream: "Excellent"
Taking with him years

Palaces of hope burned
Gone are the days - empty days
I see in the glare of the force
I partake of a higher world
Perhaps the new edge of the sea
I'll drink all the cup to the dregs
Words soar and feelings lie
And words without feelings - I do not recognize

Reflection of culture
The birth of ideas
New tunes
creations unknown
form creations
Network time
human Arts
No other ways of thinking
Doubts modernity.