Текст песни Мультфильмы - Летчицкая

Magnetic waves twist the hands of my instruments
I can hardly see anything, I am so high above the sea.
Down there the winds blow on the snow-covered planet
And rolls in flakes into the gray winter sky.

A motor hums behind my back, I swallow cold air -
I am the most stubborn pilot and I fly to the sun
There, where the cold city is hidden by the black strip of the mountain,
A tired, sad sun wanders the streets.

The icy hands of the winter winds hold the plane by the wings
Clinging to the clouds.
Ice ribbons of northern years and views of sleepy cities
But I'll get there.

Where the sun will kiss me beyond the horizon!