Текст песни Ленивый День - Самолет

I - a plane that flies to nowhere
My path lies through the bottomless cold sky.
 I waved iron wings trains
 I look into the eyes of the oceans huge puddles.

My fuselage is made of thin ice -
On this construction, in the newspapers and books.
 I sent thy hand, I'm flying to nowhere,
And, like a dolphin, controls his breath and exhale.

It will hurt if Rastan?
If you involuntarily lose course?
And if you bring down the snow,
To remind yourself of,
Do you go out under the sky?
Framed thou palm?

 I - the plane in which they live moths
My flight was delayed nearly a quarter century.
 I groan greetings sad beacons
Their songs are so much like a human cry!

 I just treat - I can not fly away,
Do not discharge into the warm hands without an important reason.
 I - an aircraft that flies without you.
 I - the most-the saddest in the world machine.

It will hurt if Rastan?
If you involuntarily lose course?
And if you bring down the snow,
To remind yourself of,
Do you go out under the sky?
Framed thou palm?