Текст песни Вадим Лукьянов - Самолётики

Text author: Vadim Makashenets

a magic forest rustled above me
I was walking home
and he crawled
and I poured with a generous hand
armfuls of stars
to earthly rest

both,
pray to god
that your anger is
His Game - yes, yes -
into airplanes of a different kind
into airplanes of a different kind
into airplanes of a different kind
Blimey
game of good
my game

and against the background of fabulous luminaries
fake light
killed me
I couldn't believe he was lying
that's all
will kill me

both,
pray to god
that your anger is
His Game - yes, yes -
into airplanes of a different kind
into airplanes of a different kind
into airplanes of a different kind
Blimey
game of good
my game

I play the same role now
I am writing to you about the same pain
and I will kill death at the end too
because I love you

both,
pray to god
that your anger is
His Game - yes, yes -
into airplanes of a different kind
into airplanes of a different kind
into airplanes of a different kind
Blimey
game of good
my game