Текст песни Ночные снайперы - и быстрей в самолеты, высоты не бояться

I leave the capital wounded bird ,
Scorched sky, black grass.
I happened here in the summer , silk poplar ,
Sweetness Neglinnoy steppes of Tver .

Without you, it is difficult from time to time ,
Unquestioningly shoulders drift.
And I do not know who was the first defector ,
Surrendering one stroke like .

And faster planes !
Not afraid of heights !
Funeral ladders ...
Stewardess , newspapers !

Fuselages made ​​of cotton ,
Blue skies ,
And I'm already gone,
And I have no.

I leave the capital , surrenders ,
Wounded Fritz struck dumb in anguish .
I happen here later , the southern stars,
North stuffy, flying light.

Without you is impossible, unbelievable
It's hard to be coherent , fingers in the resin.
And I do not know who was the first defector
Was devalued on a spit .

And faster planes !
Not afraid of heights !
Funeral ladders ...
Stewardess , newspapers !

Fuselages made ​​of cotton ,
Blue skies ,
And I'm already gone,
And I have no.