Текст песни Пицца - 737

Spring falls from the sky, remaining on Earth -
This is something for me - writing letters about you.
Do not forgive or drive away. Into this pool with your head!
And ours will fight over the edge with you ...

Dumb Caspel on the wet roof
I didn't have time to hear you.
Your city breathes a blizzard of sleep
You mustn't hear me.

Chorus:
And Boeing takes you across the ocean, to other continents, for good.
And the silver dream bird - 737 is drowning in gray clouds!
And Boeing takes you across the ocean, to other continents, for good.
And the silver dream bird - 737 is drowning in gray clouds!

Your city has imprisoned my lyrics in stone
Stop me - my memory is tired.
Like an old video tape recorder,
Returning the soul of a child to my body.

It is not for nothing that distant countries beckon
The razor is sharp, but dumber than a katana.
It's not bad here, but apparently there is Paradise -
Fly, fly, fly away!

Dumb Caspel on the wet roof
I didn't have time to hear you.
Your city breathes a blizzard of sleep
You mustn't hear me.