Текст песни Бивни - Полет

I ran up the street of a friend and took off,
I choked on poplar fluff and wheezed.
I sneezed on these rooftops that are not painted from the war,
And I saw the wonderful summer city as if from the back.

Where there was a football dime - a hypermarket in the mirrors,
Reality has not yet taken away the silhouette of his native school.
A sharp breeze from the bay will fill my sails,
Only the dots of skyscrapers cover the skies.

I smile at the oncoming jackdaws
I drink from the neck "Baikal"
Shout a football chant
"Zenith!" for sure.

After making a few laps over your favorite stadium,
I feel the attraction of the flexible Neva banks.

Over canals, bridges, over wells of courtyards
I see quiet alleys, subway anthills.
And then, seeing seagulls, a port crane from afar,
I jerked and lost myself in slender masts forever!