Текст песни Борт 77 - Если шлёпать с Луны

Throughout sharyatsya impudent pigeons
          From Mulberry drunk in smoke
          Summer as a frying pan, and at the time would
          Cool torrential rain.
          It smells sweet acacia honey,
          Carefree Kyiv yard
          I still have a week here and wander ..
          Hardly I live so far ..

        R: Your hair whipped my back,
          Warm winds opponent's hand,
          And somewhere, four and a half,
          Before tebya..esli slap from the moon.

          Forest noisy nightingale trills,
          Ros runs silvery water
          Lanterns of the Moon is not uspeli..my,
          Now we do not see you,
          As red sunset spreads,
          The faceted glass sky,
          And at that moment the Earth does not rotate,
          Posing us ..