Текст песни Пилот - Небо

My time leaving,
Going through customs control at the trustees.
Cleanup . Went back the hands of time ,
Counting slamming doors hospitals.
Remain on the pillow scratches from nails,
Drop novocaine smear
On the walls of the smiles of visitors.

Again flying golden leaves
And coins , losing meaning.
In festive fun dumb opened their mouths ,
And they are silent in response to the rat !
Happily buried his head in a drunken native porch.
What are you, the guy did not understand ,
Who smashed your face ?!

Sky , let me go home!
I will not say a word !
Sky , let me go home!
Remain pure road .

In the sky flying raven
Wings , closing the circle of the sun .
Night, calling goodbye , leaving
This world is my best friend.
Breaking the cycle of unfinished songs and unsaid words.
Shoo !
Disperse the crowd crawls
Roofs and demolished goals.

A bridge on the rain spilled ,
Taking with them the degradations beginning.
And tomorrow will stand children , and this
They already seem a little !
In worn shoes I go , I go , go, go,
And the wind on the Bay
Kata dead fish .

Sky , let me go home!
I will not say a word !
Sky , let me go home!
Remain pure road .