Текст песни Naruzko - Не спеша летели ракеты

And we sat on the windowsill and stared
As the sky slowly flying missiles Us
Holding hands, smiling at each other,
If we smoked, I would have smoked a cigarette

Not so important were these things now
That so hard pressed us to the ground.
Cut off the wings, do not open the door once,
Another twist, but absolutely inevitable end

We've searched the sense in throwing on our planet,
As small children, waiting for something with genuine awe,
Distances, experiences, correspondence and is the same with you our only meeting
I still remember it in detail, but the sky has flown rockets.

And a little sad that here next to a windowsill
Just a figment of my imagination, restless
The first missile, a loud sound and emptiness
How nice that you are there, not with me in oblivion.