Текст песни Игорь Белый - Пролетая на метле

Flying on a broom, a broom,
I see Lenin Hills in darkness.
Comfortably sit in the saddle
And I give the engine afterburner.
For springboard twist, turn,
And around the corner Devil ford
Where I have no one now waits -
Already I started the Sabbath.

Today nicely in suburban forests -
And you some horns in the hair.
And Kukui now empty skies
On the nose, like Cyrano.
Maybe somehow change the status squaw -
Yes, I will not take anyone with him,
Even mock defense
Today is not allowed.

So, good-bye, Devil ford -
In high-rise I interrupt your flight.
Brownie me a cup of coffee nalёt
Nestle Corporation.
I'll fly farther, the stigma of fluff,
Turning rubbish into the rubbish.
Listen, my dear, I top
I fly on a broomstick!