Текст песни yamadesu - Черный V

Black Volodya flies above the ground,
He turned the wings with a parabola-arc.
Flies and looks at all sorts of lights (o, city and country)
And he thinks that he is not alone today.
•
He remembers how now I stole progress.
He flew many times, Ramses envy.
For centuries, he circled over the rainbow from dreams. (Like alone eternity)
He waited too long, but I'm ready.