Текст песни ВИА Ариэль - Аэропорт

Airport, airport,
Night glow of lights.
Fly overboard, fly overboard
My love, my love.

A snowstorm on the runway
And the snow flies by the collar
Everyone cannot be happy
So hold on, old man.

Finally the board went out
The pack of cigarettes is empty ...
Or maybe you are out of spite then
And not seriously said no.

In the porthole the earth
Spinning ahead of the night.
The fellow traveler looks at me
As if he wants to help me.

One eccentric told me:
It's easier to forget on the road.
But it turned out to be wrong
He just didn't know how to love

Let a hundred thousand years pass
But I'm stubborn, I'll wait
When the plane is refueled
In which I will return to you.