Текст песни Старые песни о главном-2 - Марш монтажников-высотников

Not firemen , we not carpenters ,
But regret is not bitter , there is no !
And we -altitude installers
And from the height of your helmet hi !

Wind ruffled my curls height
And kissed clouds lightly.
At the height of this , my dear , you
I do not look down !

Do not refuse me the kindness
walk with me a little here and there,
And they shall perish in obscurity
My love and beauty !

You stop my suffering ,
Minutes life in the void wrong ,
And our first date
Let them pass on top!