Текст песни Тайна Третьей Планеты - Выше

Collecting broken glass,
We washed the verge of birth .
You were still lower growth
And it was easier to hurt you .
During thee last night ,
And I flew over a week .
We are with you for seven years intervals ,
We sang all the songs Stob .

I see to its breadth ,
I 'll go for her age.
The final route will not be a dream
And you should not be on.
I stand behind the last line ,
I am not sure that I would be closer
May yet this spring ,
you suddenly become a little higher!