Текст песни Сергей Dжим - Самолёт

The city arched the mountain
And turned around in chimney
Waiting for rain.

Fallen on the humps of houses Water network
Slapped drops to window windows
Plastic canopies trembled timidly
Car traffic jam breathed by the sea

Wet tile shine sidewalks
New blood is the blood of the old -
So he was heard

There, the stone wall is still brick.
Crouching.
Sowful.
Stone - too.

And at the top - greens. And above - so the sea. It is like. Lies - does not indulge.

And only in the box: elections, war, crisis.
Oil exacerbation ...
Fallen plane
From childhood flying.