Текст песни Акзар Фуко - Самолеты туда не летают

These different bands from the windows of houses
Here, white, yellow, blue here
And each has its own history, its own pain
Each family and it can not hide

Gone are the days of searching yourself
But is it possible to find something that is not lost
Tired apparently influx of cadres line
From old photos where a yellow mimicry
Broken rhythms, broken bits
The broken crack in my granite slabs
Continuing the dream of paradise is not with you
Apparently the planes do not fly there

Continuing to swing you in a trace
Dusty road, he lost
The rapid surge
The best poems, these new poets
What do you call rap
One mother only evil I do not wish to
Thank you, I appreciate it, to the envy of enemies smile
After all, so often wrong
And more often offended, you stupid idiot
Releasing all the idle talk bad window
Usmehnus if released bad blood
But, everything will fall into place
I, my foul world and emptiness
These different bands from the windows of houses
Here, white, yellow, blue here
And each has its own history, its own pain
Each family and it can not hide

Gone are the days of searching yourself
But is it possible to find something that is not lost
Tired apparently influx of cadres line
From old photos where a yellow mimicry
Broken rhythms, broken bits
The broken crack in my granite slabs
Continuing the dream of paradise is not with you
Apparently the planes do not fly there