Текст песни Пустые улицы и коробок спичек. - Самолётами В Никуда.

Fly to where they don't really expect
Fly by airplane to now
Fly there, where everything is all lgut,
To fly, but still real life is far away.

Airplanes go anywhere
Take off
With exhale to descend
And under the sun, savoring.

The flight is sometimes endless,
Sometimes fast and light,
Cutting the sky with wings transversely
The flight seemed sometimes and long.

Nowhere, always
Fly to south or north
Hang around the middle of the world sometimes
And turn into the car from feathers.