Lyrics Вячеслав Готовцев - САМОЛЁТ НИКОГДА НЕ ПОЛЕТИТ

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A PLANE WILL NEVER FLY

And in the night sky a bunch of garbage
The moonlight was flooded by a machine-gun cloud
moonlight burns with fire
Sea flies fly, storming the ancient moat

I'm sitting in the cockpit, I'm in a horned helmet,
I tear the start, start contacts in the black terminal
My dragon is broken, lying like a dead elephant
Maybe it's true, maybe a good dream

Over all, me, them and you
Black-drunk-blue climbs red
Mongolian forests are breaking huge
I fly without a screw, that's beauty

And in the window on against putting a machine gun
Black old woman marks the plane
Wounded mice climb catacombs
And I crush the trigger and drop bombs

And in the struggle for life I lay a steep turn
Bulldozers to meet like a ghostly mirage
it's all old women with a rusty scythe
With a hurricane howl they give the last fight

And in the window opposite a machine gun was thrown
No one to aim at my fast plane
Shot mice do not climb into the catacombs
And I crush the trigger and drop bombs

What should I do if I fought under the Somme?
What to do once there is an attack of coma?
For twenty meters of mud, all animals died
But the meat is still a lot and the guns do not rust

And in the window opposite they stole a machine gun
I hijacked a plane to the Mongolian forests
I will build a monument at the entrance to the catacombs
I'll break the trigger and give away all the bombs