Текст песни Павел Фахртдинов - Тихо летаем, оставив тапочки

Minus ten , open window
Only here we are, sitting on his haunches
Before going to bed , I'm sorry , at nightfall
In weightlessness on the surface of the star

We fly would not suffocate
Air melts the foam beer
Away narrows street
Home planet , and something

That does not depend on physical laws
Pulls up like dummies spouts
Random people think : & quot; schizo & quot;
Or that we are tied to trossiki

Just not trossikov no, nothing
And the point . To blame the open window .

Minus ten , but not cold
The body weighs exactly like the air , but
Down there , we do not believe in it
Heart zummer.Drugaya trifle

Prevents us - oh, do not get carried away would -
Time and melts at minus ten
Man , after all, the cargo humanity
After the flight easier to carry.

That's why we , squatting ,
Revealing all his cards and cards
Made a very happy faces
And quietly fly , leaving slippers.