Текст песни AnasteziA - Москва-Париж

Sad weather has become in the spring
Over Moscow - thunderstorms, no paris
The gentle sun hides behind the clouds.

But on the takeoff of the white plane
He will take me like a bird in the sky
In the sky, five hours and the sun will be with us.

Chorus:
Mama-Moscow, Dad Paris
Mom goodbye, dad sorry
Mama-Moscow, Dad Paris
Mom goodbye ...
(2 times)

Behind the days remained
Stewardess asks to fuck belts
Gradually sadness from bad weather melts.

End questions to "be or not to be?"
I just believe in a fairy tale and I want to love
And no need words, I just fly away.

Chorus.