Текст песни Питерская музыка - Питер FM - Лети

I'm probably not too grown up,
To answer all questions,
As for the life of the earth.
The drums beat off the shot, cut off the sirens,
The sentries went to rest.

All around -
Transitions, stairs
And your springboard into heaven ...
You fly, fly
For piles of floors,
For the night mist
In the country of good and sun.
You fly, fly
For piles of floors,
In the chime,
So as not to return.

And, probably, not so dangerous
Travel along the road and
Standing by love on the edge
This is genuine wealth
And do not be afraid of him
Adrift in the stream.
All around -
Transitions, stairs
And your springboard into heaven ...
You fly, fly
For piles of floors,
For the night mist
Into the country of good and sun
You fly, fly
For piles of floors,
In the chime,
So as not to return.

You fly, fly
For piles of floors,
For the night mist
Into the country of good and sun
You fly, fly
For piles of floors,
In the chime,
So as not to return.

You fly, fly
For piles of floors,
For the night mist
Into the country of good and sun
You fly, fly
For piles of floors,
In the chime,
So as not to return.