РУМЫНСКИЙ ОРКЕСТР - Бауман
текст песни

There are two pipes to the sky
Aimed by the smoke of white sour cream
Bright two stars
Ground shining with starry deception
And insured - dick life
Things, collecting, I will sign up in astronauts
To the sky, just hold on, will take me away
Star car

Etc. Where it is useless to wave
wings birds
Where it is unrealistic to stand on your feet,
To stumble
Where you can’t throw a look,
It's empty everywhere
I will fly there
And don't think about sad

Tsiolkovsky honors,
I will go out into the open space in a might
Easy to half -joking
I will catch the Venusian fragment
It cannot be counted in minerals
Folk economy
Great benefit
There is even zinc in it
On a coffin, to mine, if not cost

Etc. Planting on the waters of the bay is light,
As promised
I pray, if the hand did not tremble,
At the helm
I will fly home, I will enter it -
Like Pava
In the bottom, one awaits me -
Glory, Glory, Glory

I cherish my dream:
I’m flying into space - I hug the world
Golden Hero Star,
I am my chest - I almost feel

I will get a bronze bust,
In your apartment
I will stick a newspaper photo,
In his toilet
I am preparing for employment ...
... and let the outcast
I know in my soul - the hero is naughty!