Текст песни Gripkompote - Бумажный самолетик

The evening wears red
Magazine rushing on the window
Clear dust small room
Flew in my lamp fire

No of course not ask
Why did one full day
Just me and my airplane
If I do not have on Earth

The morning is spent on lunch
With a smile at the sky look
A slice of bread smear butter
Raspberry tea brew

skyscrapers pyatietazhek
But I 'm sitting on the window
Paper Airplane post
In the journey to someone's soul

Spreading its wings like a bird
White glider down on the bench
And the red-haired girl Light
Reads "The only thing I hate is you"