Текст песни дима франческа - самолет-2

The plane flashes a lonely point,
Nobody is unclear from the ground,
How difficult it is managed.
We look like he draws white stripes
And we think from where and where it flies.
Only from the earth not to understand
that in the tail fire
And six minutes later
He will collapse on a crowded city.
Here is such a funny September
For those who stayed alive
And not particularly burned.