Текст песни Пилот - Финский залив

You, all the best to you!
And the white house on the shore.
In the Flight of the Eternal I fly in the hope of sitting.
All that can not eat -

In pocket. And something orbital
Breaks in my blood river.
Ball tick ring on a backpack,
You will hide imperceptible

In a crowd, where you want to cuddle,
Hug everyone by the shoulder.
Hold one's colors
Above the inflatable white ball under the bridge.

I am soon on my hand, but this
I may not be enough.
Sit down in the last wagons
I do not promise me to meet. September

Bay and seagulls above the water,
And the white house on the shore ...
I sit pursing your knees in the bathroom on the floor.
Soon I come - Tu-Tu ...