Текст песни Сплин - Самолет Ленинград-Амстердам

Here on earth bright colors and sonorous chords
Right on the square there is a tower crane
In the tower sits a crane operator with a smile of the Mona Lisa
In the sky the plane flies "Leningrad-Amsterdam";

Grandmother knits socks to an unlucky grandson
Dad from the work of a potato carries a kilogram
Grandson gnaws granite, cursing science,
In the sky the plane flies "Leningrad-Amsterdam";

At a depth of ten thousand dubious meters
Over those who forgot to buckle, doctors are being conjured up
If you know someone's secrets -
Be silent

People are laughing, waving their hands
Fast dance, then raise a hundred grams
There near the bright sun, sparkling wings
In the sky the plane flies "Leningrad-Amsterdam";

Life seems to me a clockwork merry-go-round
What will spin while someone pulls the stopcock
There, after the July rain, over the February blizzard
In the sky the plane flies "Leningrad-Amsterdam";