Текст песни Пилот - Золотыми кольцами струны на моей гитаре вьются

Gold rings
the strings on my guitar twisted ...
As for the life I dreamed of
by parachute from the sky ... & quot; & quot ;! zvezdanutsya
But my earthly mother
said: & quot; can not escape!
Your aircraft in the repair,
Plane cloudless childhood. & Quot;

In school, I sat down at the desk,
10 years and I just laughed!
And while all learned life
my plane in the sky broke away.
How kayfovo in the sky blue,
so high above his head!
And while I sang the songs of birds,
My youth was covered .. & quot; star & quot ;!

And now far childhood.
I still can not land.
I'm glad actually,
that have nothing to cling to your feet!
Did you plug the ears, my friends,
not to listen to these my songs!
Steeper than hang around in the sky,
There is not a contagious disease!
Each his plane!