Текст песни Илья Верховский - Сказка стала сильнее слез

It will come true, come true, come true
Because the road is not over.
Someone rushing along a quiet street
Someone is beating at a boarded up door ...

Someone could not find a friend,
Someone is abandoned, and someone is tired,
But the night road lies
In the warm dusk of August.

A vicious circle will break
Dissected by a wing, like a sword!
My brother, pilot, my friend
I put it on my shoulder.

The tale became stronger than tears
And now nothing is scary to me:
Somewhere a plane soared above the water,
Somewhere the chain on the windlass banged ...

An anchor cast into the weary depths
But the road is not over yet:
Interstellar haze aircraft
Dissects wing honed.

He may be in a hurry in vain
And he flies not to me at all ...
Only me deep down
I really believe in a good ending.