Lyrics Максим Крижевский - Летай

Fly without feeling your legs
Fly if you're dead
In the summer, all children secretly
Sleep behind the white hill
Fly fly
Behind the white hill
Held the horns by the eyebrows
The gray-haired enemy
The day the fever blushed from the high
So it stabs in the sides
Is it your own evil
Injected in the sides
Until I endured I flew
Beyond the clouds
The sloping bank snored
It's time
The shadow is not easy
Yes the burden is light
Meet the smiles of people
Like the fangs of swans
Do not shake hands
Your killer
Click shout
To the lover of people
The road is easy without legs
Fly if you're dead
Sleep all children secretly
Sons of the White Hills
Fly fly
Son of the white hills
I flew without feeling my legs
Fly if you're dead