Текст песни ДДТ - Где мы летим

Where are we going? How long ago?
Who sent us? And who is behind all the answers?
We first stone in the first window
Civilization cold wind.

Are poured, and the reasons are not clear,
But in this rush, life is full of movement.
Playing in a jazz bar stern men
In Fougeres Beaujolais moon rotates.

Night, night, night ...
Night, night, night ...

Night sparkled in your black eyes
Night burned fingers painted lips,
Your lovely secrets crumbled into dust,
And the world outside the window so terrible and rude.

Asleep on the table drunk ship Rambo,
Marxist-Paris in delirium.
You - Cleopatra in Tsvetaeva zhobo,
I - Pierre Bezukhov in the three thousandth year.

World to come, such as leafing through the night,
Where are we going, and that we will meet tomorrow
Life is short, sings Aeroflot
Your land in neon dawn. (X3)

Night sparkled in your black eyes
Night burned fingers painted lips,
Your lovely secrets crumbled into dust,
And the world outside the window so terrible and rude.

Night sparkled in your black eyes
Night burned fingers painted lips,
Your lovely secrets crumbled into dust,
And the world outside the window so terrible and rude.