Текст песни Андрей Кущ - Взлет

Well , his last takeoff
Run, and dust on the runway
Dispel the wind carry away
And it brings good luck on the wing

No, it was funny in life
And somehow differently was not used
He became one with the takeoff Ambassador
What's in the sky raises every moment

But the enemy is seen late at six
Blow short , after the silence
It seemed possible to save
With the expected rebuke band

But his last takeoff
Run, and dust on the runway
Oh, if only to know that more is waiting
Stay with him luck on the wing