Калинов Мост - Трансаэро
текст песни

The words of the song Kalinov Most - Transaero (D. Revyakin)

In Siberia, now sunny autumn
By the end of October, he will drink warmly
But the ball is over - a Buddhist flight one hundred and eight
The rainbow thread will pull the limit to the limit

Preventive fees are prosaic
The route is known, waiting for the airfield
Ready to fill the liner overseas
Paid bosom shade drin
Last turn and "Tolmachevo"
Winged ships, concrete pier
Until new meetings, come, Novosibirsk!
I'm ringing you at birth

By the time, tickets, passports were checked
The usual trip is prologue
According to the rule, oval gate
The wing trembles from the tension
Chorus:
Transaero. Belted belts, one family
It doesn’t matter with luggage or light
Transaero. The earth melted with beauty
We float without rear thoughts in milk

Playing swallow kilometers
Wide and clean air corridor
Both in the tail and in the mane cleverly shave the winds
Try to tame this wonderful nonsense
Mila and impeccable stewardesses
Skillfully difficult shift
Implos to amuse the imagination
In verses to capture smiles the essence
And somewhere days he considers "Tolmachevo"

Cherishes return to BIS
Long Leaf Forever, HSK, Novosibirsk!
My voice in the choir of sincere speech
Where the stairs it seems, the turbine rumble is overtaken
The plane sets to land
Everything is known, the temple grins - the destiny of Siberian cheekbones
Back without undertaking into the metropolitan ice
Chorus:
Transaero delivered from sunrise to sunset
Pokrov Lead Falls over Moscow
Transaero stung the steps to carve
You are here before the deadline or your
Transaero ...
Transaero ...