Текст песни Вероника Долина - Воздушный транспорт

This air transport,
Anyone indifferent voice,
Karaganda-Frankfurt -
From pole to pole.

Women, children, old men,
Tear in his Ithaca,
Scary minutes Herz, scary,
Though not on the stage.

Bird tongue curls
The plague children cry,
They have forgotten Goethe
He threw in the lurch Rilke.

Learn Kazakh,
B learn Nenets,
And all this in a businesslike way,
And all this in German.

Pale these masks,
Scarce these rags
It should be reset in Moscow
At Sheremetyevo ladder

And read victorious
Bukovki on the ticket.
Lived dark and poor,
Yet the children were born.

Cease bad language, though
More clicks timer
Karaganda-Frankfurt -
Let fly liner.

And though I hold within,
But I lost my compass:
Karaganda-Frankfurt
Karaganda-space.