Текст песни Про летчиков - Облака

Past the white apple of the moon,
Past the red apple sunset
Clouds from an unknown country
We were in a hurry and run again somewhere.

Clouds - Belogrivov horses!
Clouds - you rush without looking?
Do not look at you, please patronize,
And we roll the sky, the clouds!

We'll fly to the sky-high distance,
Past fading star in the sky.
We were quietly drops a star
And chamomile remain in the palm of your hand!

Clouds - Belogrivov horses!
Clouds - you rush without looking?
Do not look at you, please patronize,
And we roll the sky, the clouds!
Do not look at you, please patronize,
And we roll the sky, the clouds!