Текст песни Игорь Белый - Самолетик

Photo Igor White (photo Igor Beliy)
 

At night sometimes I think, looking at the sky,
What you nowhere in life really was not.
And you do not magnify over the world
Neither evil nor the power of the Cross.
And where only decided to go
And port of brotherhood with pals
Drinking, saying that the old you
And it lacks topographic map sheets.

But her problems are unfamiliar -
Of course, you know who we -
And why in all parts of the world have surrendered to it,
Also called the Fox bay.
Along with it there is a husband, or brother, but
Before you go back,
She became the sun ryaboyu,
All walks naked through the surf.

And she lives in the area Perovo
And came back and called me at half past one.
Said, they say, it was so-and-so,
Confirming the lack of tact.
I shoot in the airplane window,
Port topographic map again slightly.
So I think at times, looking at the sky,
What you nowhere, but the sky was not.