Текст песни Дела - Мое Дело

On the carpet - the plane
You fly like a pilot.
And you don't know.
And it's inevitable for you.

Ray changes
Will lead where it is better.
Don't wake up at dawn.
And you would look back.

And cars are getting old.
Steel and copper will grow decrepit.
And the meat will crumble
But it will remain intact
My Case.
My Case ...