Текст песни Frolove - Мой самолет

my plane
will draw the sky with a white arrow
he divides the sky into two parts
where is the night right

my plane
flies at all without knowing passion
he is a white-blue bird
flaps engine steering wheel

I look out the window
there are mountains of the Alps
my fingers pass over it
porthole glass
 
my plane
re-draws the sky with a white arrow
divides heaven again into two parts
where night is to the left, and happiness behind ...

my plane
sits in the dark night
getting close to the earth like me with you
I would like to

my plane
will draw the sky with a white arrow
he divides the sky into two parts
where is the night on the right, but where is the happiness? ..