Текст песни Агата Кристи - Танго с дельтапланом

Ah, my blue hang glider
An arrow pierces the fog.
I adore him as a brother.
Free and easy flight
The pilot himself and the plane itself
I am a bird in a cloud of pink cotton wool.
But still at night sometimes
I am dreaming about a convoy
And the soldiers!
Leave, don't regret anything
Fly while it's hot
Until they ask for a fee for the flights.
But still at night sometimes
I am dreaming about a convoy
And the soldiers!