Verse 1:
Salute, we do not know you and did not build
I'm sure your stories are in your headphones
about how a friend betrayed, about how he kicked fate
about exchanging love and not talking about me
remember the lady, the one who labeled in the wife count
because she still remembered me like that *
and for the victory, as before, I will raise my eyes
and I won’t forget the hall that I sang 65 years ago *
because there are so many songs recorded, sung
yes - so much truth in these verses
but - so many who do not even buy
rubbing something, this eighth year this Domansky Sasha
and I'm so scared, waking up one day to understand
what is needed and important, that there are those who cannot be taken away
likes, reposts, komenty, you drop the show off
I'm bit verses, let's just go to you
because to us.
Chorus:
Road to heaven
The planes will take us away again
Let us have different poles with you
but the same route.
Verse 2:
My passport is often in the hands of the cashier
at 23, I’m older than the one that asked him
years fly, the road of life ice is dashed
face does not lie my movie about Benjamin Button *
and so cool to hear in cars and yards
how the music went to you, what the caravan decided for
they write to me, come on, brothers, I'm glad to try
but I dashed off what Nikita Ustyantsev wrote to me *
ha ... my career is a sand quarry
both against Kama Goodyear, lay down on the Vatican Gulliver
also, a little honest, a lot of flattering, a little space
a lot of Ista a little Westa like Green Hill and EVERLAST
until that lamp in the distance shines
the masterpieces gave up to the lamp, like blunts, rubles and zeros
give me....
that folded parachute
and come after me I know a short route to the stars.
