Текст песни Легенда - Полёт

You were born for heaven,
Tashing into the clouds, fly an arrow!
Takeoff! And you already disappeared!
The hand clicks the button,
Singing a goal ...

At this height you notice myself:
How to make skies.
And it will be so far:

Frams in the heart of the passion for heaven,
Squeeze your hands tightly helped!
Not knowing fear, you rush forward
As if this is yours - the last flight!

Sign on enemy wing.
And he swells in the veins of blood
How is the goal close!
But, cartridges in tape zero.
Acceleration take on the tail to bring down the enemy ...

Bridge
Chorus

Last flight!
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Covers
Chorus

Last flight!