Текст песни Илья Яббаров - Полечу над ромашковым полем

Fly over a field of chamomile,
I pluck from the chaos, yes to freedom.
I tear a wheel whirl,
Change cool life, all believe.

Briefly back to his childhood,
I meet with those who grew up in the neighborhood.
I quiver through the streets of the old,
Who was the road, while the visor.

All people, normal walk,
Just my thoughts wander somewhere.
In the maze of half a century, I wandered,
Who loved me - since I lost.

Do not understand, do not walk, do not believe,
I think for a long time only a loss.
Do not return the time distance
My life - is a chain of separation.

I do not enter twice into the same river.
The choice given to only one person.
That stormy ocean, then subsides,
We are here to survive, choosing.

Fly over a field of chamomile,
I get out of vanity, but the will!
I tear a wheel whirl ...
Change cool life, all believe.