Текст песни Аквариум - Чёрный истребитель

Tell me, my friend, why around the ambush?
    Why do so many years of our lives there is no?
    From daisies - flowers smell of incense from hell
    And the Apostle Andrew is Luger pistol?

    From the fact that until the bottom goes civilians
    In my head all upside down, but in the heart of drudgery,
    Above the clouds fluttering black fighter
    All in brocade, pearls from head to tail.

    Who has it the pilot - the pilot who it puts pressure on the pedal?
    Who turns the wheel he who smokes his pipe?
    Pilots veil, you know them hardly,
    But if it is fair to say - those pilots we are with you.

    A thunderstorm in the sky, pure phosphorus anhydride,
    All wanted to love, but in the sight of the world to ashes
    Jerk canvas on his chest, put an end to grievances,
    Yes, in the eyes of black, in the heart of the shadow of his wings ...

    Begone, the proud spirit, poperhnis cold modules.
    All the same, we do not live, every year dare you.
    Contrive and Strelna at the end of the last bullet,
    Knock carrion from heaven, it may become lighter ...