Текст песни Под гитару - за спиной парашют

morning ... and here I stand ,
behind the back of the parachute ,
predomnoy strip for landing and take-off ..
iron birds and wild around the noise
and published their flight hunting
and yet their desire I vozgarayu
of seeing the clouds looking for a
feel the force of the wind exile ..
mysley..sdelat step I'm ready ..
I sigh reveal white domes
adrenaline cuts the throat and eyes redden
flash in the mind has not passed yet
501..502..503 and ring ..
I land on my lips ..