Текст песни Страшные сказки - Реактивный самолет

Jetting plane keeps the course of southwest
I wave his hand through the unwashed window
I wanted to be a sailor - my squadron sailed
I wanted to be a musician, but, alas, not destined
Do not have to work on a stamping machine
And do not sing to me under the guitar in Chinese
I may be a loser, I have a sick since the birth
Jetting plane, take me with you!

take me with you...

I can do so a bit, but it is probably
I know how to listen to the wind and look at the clouds
I know how to talk to the moon at night
Jetting plane, take me with you!

take me with you...