Текст песни Дерево Band - Полёты

FLYING

Flights on the sky, flights underground
On a white rocket, at the end of the needle.
The dyeing morals in the dawn I will do.
I do not demolish my heads with my verses.
Take out your doors. I'm tired, I am wet. Let them!
During drunk hysterics, we are able to carry anything.
There is little understanding, where they step, then glass, then coal.
Under the drainage channels my ships.

I fly away so non-smoking, such a nonbeid.
Black and white-believer, boring!

Let me sleep, let me sing.
On white paper, on my desk
My silence is malicious, my singing is copper.
I wondered on the maps and on black ashes.
And you write our letters,
I do not sleep, I miss, write!
I am here one perish in this noodle, scored wilderness.
Stop the heart, will fly unidentified snow.
And in five hundred decibels, I will ring your laughter.