Текст песни Глеб Самойлов - Парашютисты

Once there was a disco
In the central garden
At this time the pilot
Gaining height.
And then over the garden
Airplane flying
Throwing a bomb at those
Who was dancing under him.

And then landed
Airborne landing
First jumped into the fire
Young lieutenant
He climbed the poplar
Unhook the parachute
There hung on a branch
Native eyes
That girl is two years old
Waiting for him

Couple, skydivers,
Such a bastard fate.
Couple, skydivers,
Dance until the morning.