Текст песни Тимур Шаов - Песня дельтапланериста

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Shiro-ka native country,
E Am
It erases her horse,
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I'm flying over,
G C
As far as over Moscow,
E Am
On the ground, go around yourself,
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This, Gos-podi, u-will -
Dm Am
I le-chu on the delta-plan,
E Am
How on the "Bo-ing" co-role!

Storm the sky obscenities,
Somewhere out there twisting,
I, like Carlson, rush by the arrow,
I rise up in jest,
I fly over the fields,
Over the crop circles -
I spit down saliva,
I fertilize the harvest.

I see naked lovers
Top ass in the rye
And nedoyenih burenok,
Peacefully sruschih at the boundary,
I see drunken tractor drivers,
I see a sober goat,
Democrats, Communists,
Swarming at the bottom.

There are millions of different creatures
Swim under me -
Cities and regions,
Evil, good, love, robbery,
"Menatep", "Inkombanki,"
Almshouses, poverty,
Blue, lesbian,
Horses, people, fuss.

I see women of offending -
And my eyes are burning!
To the madness of the beautiful,
Sorry, you can not touch them!
I do not make plans for them,
I exhausted myself with fasting:
The first thing is hang-gliders,
Well, girls then!

Height I type,
Dahl is transparent and quiet,
Ukraine is watching
And the Republic of Sakha,
E Am
Kuchma with gar-ny hoh-lami,
E Am
Luka Shanku with bulba shami,
Ketavani with a gun
And Heydar with a minaret,
Plus Shaimiev with the horde,
Plus Dudaeva with a pipe,
Plus Niyazov with the Koran,
Plus native with a glass,
I'm flying over the Kremlin,
Over forests and fields,
Over decent people,
Over the capital ...
Dm Am
Astro-nomas of different countries
E Am
My izvesten delta-plan!

The Lord Himself is bail -
The world of the earth opened to me!
A hang glider is such a thing,
Philosophical quite ...
Well, let's drink to whoever wants,
For flights to Russia! ..
If it is possible, Abba, Father,
Take a closer shot!