Somewhere above, rooftops surpass the sound
Flight Moscow to Paris, Kiev to St. Petersburg
No empty seats to find: brothers, grandmothers, brides
And, of course, you, my dear friend
I rewind the cassette to the next scene
Where villains depart, bones crunching
Planes don’t carry bullets to warehouses
Planes ferry people to their guests
Where nothing is more precious than life
Madmen in hospitals have enough crowns
Where fireworks on New Year’s don’t scare anyone
And theoretically, you can start renovations
You can even forget about door locks
And accidentally leave wide open
Kissing your little ones on rosy cheeks
And carrying them with you in absurd bags
To become naive again and see fragments
Only in museums with diary entries
And always speak only the truth
Because it’s very pleasant and very easy
Somewhere above, rooftops surpass the sound
Flight Moscow to Paris, Kiev to St. Petersburg
No empty seats to find: brothers, grandmothers, brides
And, of course, you, my dear friend
Already the pine tree tops reach the sky and scratch its edge
Already in China, sages have invented the secrets of paper
Already steel machines have chewed up gray pulp
All that’s left is to add numbers and send it all in stacks to the cash register
Already born is the girl who will check our tickets at security
And sugar will sprinkle onto cocoa beans, turning our treats into candies
A Boeing 737 will take us to friends, to universities, to hotels, and to guests
And someone, perhaps, will spit and decide to stay forever
Somewhere above, rooftops surpass the sound
Flight Moscow to Paris, Kiev to St. Petersburg
No empty seats to find: brothers, grandmothers, brides
And, of course, you, my dear friend
No empty seats to find, no empty seats to find
No empty seats to find, no empty seats to find
No empty seats to find, no empty seats to find
Brothers, grandmothers, brides
And, of course, you, my dear friend
Thank you and enjoy your flight