КЕДР a.k.a. Хвойный - Ракетное лето - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Let me go, you hear, dawn, I will be more efficiently trim from Roscosmos

I smiled at my childhood, I races the races of them, now dirt in the curbs, nasty jackets of faces, stability cardboard and migrants in buses,

And above all this is the haze of whitish, above black, sky, above glimpses of stars

The flashing lighthouse is quietly asleep, chilled drops flow down the rod nozzles

Your last tears flow through your palms, I sigh a nitrogen is worth it

The fact that the dream will move back reality, and we will come closer to the sky.

This thought originated in the interference of the receiver, with a mug of tea and bread.

Precious metals without impurities more in me hundreds of times than in the collections of Sheikhs

Korolev and Tsiolkovsky were soldered in a skeleton in Sovokup with the engineering thoughts of the Reich

Everything is ready for the start, racks open, and the lull of the cold steppe cuts out the rush of octane screams cuts out the sunrise of the new era

Dust will be spinning in the hellish dance, wait half a minute and a missile summer

Submers the whole homeland in warm paws, air with an admixture of sulfur.

So let me go up, I squeeze my eyes before the start

Then the current of the wires will make the noise of the screws with a light steam for exhalation and inhale, and lightly light frozen clay of the nozzle with a stroke of two two

Shine flowers of burning oils in moisture in the eyes, in the child

Those who were lifting, in the sky, son, pick up your snot,

Father will say roughly, and inside everything will get clever, "it flies beautifully, well, a scoundrel, look"

Accelerating, Planet Earth leaves, burnt extra parts disappear

So what happiness to someone who can see the brightest flash in the cold

Unbearable what part of peace, I never became a silver iPhone

After all, life and filling from the troll became covers, the fragments were gone, the horizon, the overload of the rude, the mood is cheerful, we did not become older

missile summer in the shower, on the shabby palace of medals

Cosmodromes are silent, forgive Yura, we all passed