Текст песни Георгий Николаенко - Командир

Come on, come on
Well, let's commander dovernyat
us chatting to the left to the right below the strip
Well, let's commander dovernier you lucky
You pull it up, you touch, I'll hit the brakes

And the ground ... a custom cloth
If you drop a stone, do not move it with your hand
I remember I took a little lump raw and said like a mother
You remember what he was a guy and a pilot

We are going to take off, we are taking off, we are taking off all the engines like buffaloes
And the band runs and the earth goes from under their feet
Before us rises endless blue violent
Without what not to live, not to love nor to breathe

Heaven accept us friends
but there are grin so black nasev
Everybody laughs in the rain, everybody screams with deadly arcs
and in a cold sweat but the wheel from itself to the strip ... to the strip

the crew is a pulse and pulse as always to normal
The sun of the day over the eyes of the night of the month copper eaves
Heaven Heavens, fly, do not fly, but we earthlings
our body with soul and brains all stretches down

And the earth, though fluffy but hard
do you understand it by hammering it with a callous pick
YES will not meet her plane iron face
It is better to gently descend and touch gently with your hand ... gently with your hand

So come on, so come on, so come on Commander
Us chatting to the left to the right below the strip
Come on, commander, turn you luckier
you pull it up you touch i press the brakes