Текст песни Дорогая Венди, - Я лечу над городом

I fly over the city in the clouds of smoke ,
City smiles at me blue
glasses , uneven breathing
ragged pipe roofs,
I climb higher, higher , higher ...

stones, asphalt and plastic;
the wind playing with the dress ;
scary in the first class ,
Just do not cry ...

houses at the bottom like a point ,
Wave your hand - it is a pity that there is no handkerchief ...
rails, sleepers , train
braided in pigtails ,
heart flared up like a match !

in the sky - a free ticket ;
wave your arms slowly ,
scary in the first class .
the wind playing with the dress ...