Текст песни ДДТ - Где мы летим

Where are we going? And how long ago?
Who sent us? Who will answer for everything?
We are the first stone in the first window
Civilization cold wind.

Are spilled, and the reasons are not clear,
But in this rush, life is full of motion.
They play jazz in the bar harsh men
The moon revolves Fougeres Beaujolais.

Night, night, night ...
Night, night, night ...

The night glittered in your black eyes
Night burnt fingers painted lips,
Your lovely secrets crumbled into dust,
And the world outside is so terrible and rude.

Sleeping on the table a drunken ship Rambo,
Marxist-Paris in delirium.
You - Cleopatra zhobo Tsvetaeva,
I - Pierre Pierre in three thousandth year.

The world to come, leafing through the night like that,
Where are we going, and that we will meet tomorrow
Life is short, sings Aeroflot
Your land in neon dawn. (X3)

The night glittered in your black eyes
Night burnt fingers painted lips,
Your lovely secrets crumbled into dust,
And the world outside is so terrible and rude.

The night glittered in your black eyes
Night burnt fingers painted lips,
Your lovely secrets crumbled into dust,
And the world outside is so terrible and rude.