Текст песни Никита Щур - Авиационная

Words and music - Nikita Shchur
Arranged by Vladimir Voichishin

Count the days, years.
Birds will fly for me
Will call me to the sky ...
Let me go with them.

I will fly far from the mudflow
I will fly high from the mud
Where there are clouds in the sky
They spew burning thunder ...

"Sing! Fly!"

And below the houses there are cages
In them wingless children sit -
Because feathers don't grow
If the doors are locked at home ...

Even if feathers have grown
Hands cannot become wings
Because we walk on the ground
Because we are so used to ...

"Sing! Fly!"

But when the time comes
And a seed will sprout in you
Your wings will grow
Fly to me, I believe

Here we have a lot of heaven
Here we see God ...
God will take you in his arms
You will fall asleep in His ear ...

Count the days, years.
Birds will fly for me
Will call me to the sky ...
Let me go with them.

"Sing! Fly!"
"Sing! Fly!"
"Sing! Fly!"
"Sing! Fly!"