Текст песни Братья Гримм - Аэроплан

I draw the clouds
And I give them to you at parting.
Airfields, city
Do not shorten the distance.
And we will be with you cuckoo
On different continents
And on a piece of paper to tear.
The weather did not fly away,
My sun,
And read on wings
Are you my name,
But flying somewhere
My airplane
He will come after you with me.

We will forget the address
And break the phone.
Only the runway.
The weather did not fly away, my sun,
And on the wings of you read my name,
But flying somewhere my airplane
He will come for you, me
Only me

And the flock of white doves
Fill Lounges
Wait, do not fly away,
My sun,
And on the wings prochtay you my name,
But flying somewhere my airplane
He will come after you with me
Just me ...