Текст песни Цыпкин Сергей - Бумажный истребитель

In the courtyard of spring Vitat,
Unlisters are lurpping in Domino ...
Why don't I fly?
Take to throw in the window ...
Do not kill me on takeoff
In the blots all, well,
I am a paper aircraft
I am such a lie!

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Down-up-down
Turn
Tired - Prying to relax on the cornice,
Do not care on the crisis, euro and bucks,
Let the world sees your proud blots!
Down-up-down
Do not be afraid -
Although it doesn't bother life,
Between the roofs with the wind play hide and seek,
And if you are a coward, then back to the notebook!

Do not hold back me -
I am the universe citizen,
I am painted with verses
For the whole world such one.
How dive, have you seen?
From the fright, already sweated
I am almost a fighter,
Just in my childhood I was sick.

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With sparrow would drink a stack,
On the picnic would fly with him,
Not to get to the dam
On the fire, or in the mangal
There are dangerous moments
Disappear for just so -
Can young students
From me to roll a jamb

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How did this evening buckle?
How I do not want to go home!
I wonder in an empty birdhouse
With red swallow one.
I'm in the blots, I'm fashionable,
I would want myself!
Thanks to all! Everybody's Free!
Hello everyone! I flew!

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