Lyrics Элизиум - Про Вертолет

I'm a helicopter driver,
I have one concern:
That the propeller over the head
Suddenly did not become a simple board ...

After all, if it stops,
My flight will break,
If it stops,
I'll fall down, yeah ...

Everyone knows this,
Even children know this,
No job is more fun,
Than a helicopter pilot ...

Well, if it becomes sad,
And longing in the way will find,
With the co-pilot together,
We can drink a gram of two hundred,
Would only be full of tank,
The rest is all a trifle,
Even snow and ice
They will not cancel my flight,
Do not break my ... flight ...

You ask everyone to say,
Which of the women will refuse us?
On the panel of the helicopter,
Attaching your favorite photo,
Having frightened the dogs with a screw,
I will wake the fallen asleep house,
And, having entered a steep turn,
I'll find her floor ...

Someone likes airplanes,
But there is no steeper helicopter,
If necessary, the roof of the house
It will be my airfield,
It will be my airfield ...

I will not hide that at times,
Us, pilots, above the Earth
Pulls from the sky to descend -
To see relatives,
But again the sirens are buzzing,
And farewell, native walls,
There is again work,
We have such a high life ...