Текст песни Виманика Шастра - Навстречу солнцу

Well, finally, we took off,
Throwing the earth under the wing.
Throwing boring snowstorms -
We were just very lucky
Searing the red chambers,
Kotomki gold, silver.
Flying above all winged,
All made of ribs.
Leaving the dirty bed,
The sun will meet us at the gate ...

With bread - salt or empty,
Buka - Byaka or simple ...
The cycle will enchant us ...
We shout - it does not hear us!
My neighbor fell and does not breathe ...
I shuddered with happiness,
Spilled -
And he stayed here ...

Under us the river is silvery
Curve stripe among meadows.
Wheat in the fields sparkles -
Beautiful world from the clouds!
We are torn apart by a lush wind
And he's throwing everything into tartaras!
And we scrub it where it shines ...
Though the heels cut axes.
But faith warms the soul -
The sun will meet us at the gate!
With bread - salt or empty,
Buka - Byaka or simple ...
The cycle will enchant us ...
We shout - it does not hear us!
My neighbor fell and does not breathe ...
I shuddered with happiness,
Spilled -
And he stayed here ...

We and you have not been able to
Something important to understand ...
Or maybe they just did not want to
Friend - tell a friend the truth?
And so we rush around -
"Steps" putting and "tackle".
Someone - we serve,
Whom - we throw out into hell! ..
And they themselves are miserable lambs! ..
Will the sun meet us at the gate?

With bread - salt or empty,
Buka - Byaka or simple ...
The cycle will enchant us ...
We shout - it does not hear us!
My neighbor fell and does not breathe ...
I shuddered with happiness,
Spilled -
And he stayed here ...