Грь. - Икарус
текст песни

The bell tower with which he fell
As a famous designer somewhere
Do not tell you just, don't
Whose now you draw portraits

There is no flight in the slope
No additional drama
Neither subtexts, nor speculations or allegories
And unnecessary advertising

You are steaming, you fly, you are the king
Yes, a hero from the novel in two lines
He came, they say, stepped and forward
People gasped. Dot.

Further fiction, songs ballad
Good people will come up with
They will renounce and present to the award. In general, mother,
Do not grieve

You are now legendary, great
They say heaven tamed
Crossed the archives of the relics of vertical
naya strip

Do not be sad, not that happened
Who, from the peaks, are now out of work
You know. Yes, to hell with him, which is not enough.
You flew!