Текст песни Илья Чёрт - Золотыми Кольцами

gold rings
The strings are twisted on my guitar.
As I wanted in life
On the parachute from the sky zvezdanutsya.
But my earthly mother
She said: "There is no escape.
Plane on your repair,
Plane cloudless childhood. "

At school I sat down at the desk,
And ten years, I do not laughing.
And while all learned life
My plane in the sky broke away.
As kayfovo blue in the sky,
With so high above his head.
And while I sang the songs of birds,
Youth was covered with my star.

And now, far from his childhood,
I still can not land.
I'm glad actually,
With nothing to cling to his feet.
Did you plug the ears, brothers,
So as not to hear these my songs:
Steeper than hang around in the sky,
There is not a contagious disease.

To each his plane,

To each his plane,

To each his plane,

To each his plane.