Текст песни Эрнесто Заткнитесь - Бумажные самолётики

City makes paper airplanes out of nights
And throws them in my face.
I'm in love with you for a second month. And I don’t remember - why?
And I’m lying on the balcony, like an inverted one.

It's time to make an impressive response -
Aircraft of himself and yard April.
Land on Kievskaya, in rainy Moscow,
Yes, so that the puddles around boiled.

A red-hot man runs through the capital.
And he can’t count the kilometers covered by him.
He drops seething copies of Maradona’s tears
Sample Mexico 86

The city will make us a new airplane
Paper. Eternal. And simple.
And if you don't mind
Flew on with me ...