Текст песни оркестр че - Мертвый пилот

busy runways
dead pilot presses the pedal
in his bag of gold under the stale hand
slowly melts the Holy Grail
passengers have long forgotten how to pray
and killer good looks up all
priest and he fell asleep again dreaming
More free happiness for all

flight attendants handed out smiles
pasted on the face not later than six
in bags for parachutes empty bottles
but there cyanide, if you want to leave
limited leisure : Cinema Mechanical
skinheads included black-and- white dreams
and flight procedures as a chapter of the Qur'an
flight was canceled until last spring

busy runways
dead pilot presses the pedal
Lady Di removed all false memory
on bare skin meshing medal
and the sky as the bottom of the ocean of sorrow
and air as the thoughts of mashed mirrors
under sterile cell enamel layer
pilot dreamed that he ran away.