Текст песни Агата Кристи - Полетаем...погуляем по луне...

Melting, melting drops on the legs,
We fly away in the clouds.
Masut the wings of confused sheets,
Cigarettes - Right lights.

Fly, filming, filming and in a dream
We take a walk, we walk, we walk along the moon.
We will take it in the lunar crater and in the pitch darkness
I'll show you a secret, you have no such,
You are completely different to be, with what to play.
Fly away, fly, and then go to bed.

But can you sleep?
Yes, her bed!
Dancing-mancans - what kind of trifles!
I know the remedy for the earth.