Самолёт - Виктор Королёв

А самолет горит, пробит бензобак, пилот убит, но ты — не дурак.

Ты надеваешь парашют и бросаешься вниз, в надежде, что тебя спасут войска ООН

или Гринпис.

Припев:

А самолет горит… А самолет горит… А самолет горит… А самолет горит…

И ты упал и летишь в голубых облаках, и парашют за спиной, пулемет на руках.

И только ветер в ушах тихо песню поет, что догорел парашют, что сгорел самолет.

Припев:

А самолет горит… А самолет горит… А самолет горит… А самоле-ееееее-т…

А самолет горит… А самолет горит… А самолет горит… А самоле-ееееее-т…

И ты упал и лежишь, и тебе все равно, кто-то любит цветы, кто-то ходит в кино,

Кто-то любит огни дорогих дискотек и ты летаешь под дождь, и летаешь под снег.

Припев:

А самолет горит… А самолет горит… А самолет горит… А самоле-ееееее-т…

А самолет горит… А самолет горит… А самолет горит… А самоле-ееееее-т…

А самолет горит, пробит бензобак, пилот убит, но ты — не дурак.

Ты надеваешь парашют и бросаешься вниз, в надежде, что тебя спасут войска ООН

или Гринпис.

Припев:

А самолет горит… А самолет горит… А самолет горит… А самоле-ееееее-т…

А самолет горит… А самолет горит… А самолет горит… А самоле-ееееее-т горит,

горит…

А самоле-ееееее-т горит, горит…

And the plane is on fire, the gas tank is broken, the pilot is killed, but you are not a fool.

You put on a parachute and rush down, hoping that the UN troops will save you

or Greenpeace.

Chorus:

And the plane is on fire... And the plane is on fire... And the plane is on fire... And the plane is on fire...

And you have fallen and are flying in blue clouds, with a parachute on your back, a machine gun on your hands.

And only the wind in my ears quietly sings a song that the parachute burned out, that the plane burned down.

Chorus:

And the plane is on fire... And the plane is on fire... And the plane is on fire... And the plane-eeeeee-t...

And the plane is on fire... And the plane is on fire... And the plane is on fire... And the plane-eeeeee-t...

And you fell and lie, and you don't care, someone loves flowers, someone goes to the cinema,

Someone loves the lights of expensive discos and you fly in the rain and fly in the snow.

Chorus:

And the plane is on fire... And the plane is on fire... And the plane is on fire... And the plane-eeeeee-t...

And the plane is on fire... And the plane is on fire... And the plane is on fire... And the plane-eeeeee-t...

And the plane is on fire, the gas tank is broken, the pilot is killed, but you are not a fool.

You put on a parachute and rush down, hoping that the UN troops will save you

or Greenpeace.

Chorus:

And the plane is on fire... And the plane is on fire... And the plane is on fire... And the plane-eeeeee-t...

And the plane is on fire ... And the plane is on fire ... And the plane is on fire ... And the plane-eeeeee-t is on fire,

burning...

And the plane-eeeeee-t burns, burns ...