One of my buddies flew from the roof
When he landed, did not get up
And boots were carrying along the streets for a while
His mixed with blood brains
People, people, people do not fly (x4)
People do not fly, do not fly like birds
Because they grew big asses
Because of inclement weather
Because crawling is more popular nowadays
People, people, people do not fly (x4)
Yes, sometimes I am like an angel
And then I start flying, oh, oh, oh
I get wasted with vodka and I put face into the puddle
With scream fuck your mooother
People, people, people do not fly (x4)