Вертолёт [Vertoljot] [English translation]

Chasing the records you don't think about the speed and sound.

And behold the helicopter blades hitting the ground.

The traces of the catastrophe stretching all around

And I'm standing all alone at the abyss.

On the other side of the abyss the press bares it's teeth,

As if someone dropped in the anthill rotten meat.

There is no room for them near the edge it;s so tight,

But how scrupulously the cameras polishing details left and right.

Honestly, coward or hero, they couldn't care less,

They need a commentary with a star, they are the press.

Why did he do it? The people will for a while shout.

Everything passes in life, a bit of noise and then forget about.

I saw the death and took the hood off, it had on,

And in the same month I've earned my maiden million.

I've brought it home , gave half to my wife,

And in return she stab me in the back with rusty knife.

I couldn't walk , spent time in bed.

She decided it's the reason to cut the tread.

She always need some more, why blame her for that?

The best way is to understand, to forgive and to forget.

Money didn't make me happy,

They made my garage nice and snappy.

Number plates , passports, thank you, I don't drink,

I know all the posts, but no strength in this, I think.

Strength in those, who will share your plight,

Even if you fall and you lost the fight.

He'll stand on his knees, on the raw asphalt

And simply tell you, thank you, that you are alive.

Yes point V, quiet, for you I'll bow my head so low,

I'm still till now in the clothes finding your notes.

Although, the years passed, it was like yesterday for me

Kutuzovsky, Moscow, New- York, The statue of Liberty .

Bigger bets, higher risks, cooler wheels and cool CD's

Higher lines, , many faithful and Forbes lists ,

Less who close.

In the boot skate board, keep flip, like in the childhood a Teleport.

Fear for the future, dreams of the career.

School certificate, diploma, prom in the premiere

Deep breath, check the microphone, that's all

And though nobody believed, you've rocked Assembly Hall.

I still pray, so the havens help me to be around,

That the boats of my hopes didn't go aground.

I still pray, so the breaks don't fail me,

Rest in peace Ratmir, rest in peace DJ Dlee

Nothing last forever under the Moon, the time will come to pay.

I used to do anything before, just to get result my way.

Priority - is victory, and not a pay day,

To climb up and not to fall in the eyes of a lesser man.

You'll never know, how this flight will end,

Who will win the fight, the pilot or helicopter.

Buckle your belts, loop of death,

I switch off the engine, over and out, land.

While the earth still spinning, while the earth still spinning

While the earth still spinning, while the earth still spinning

While the earth still spinning, while the earth still spinning

Let the microcircuits beeping

That the systems do not clicking

The sky is closed for the flight

And I'm standing near the chopper.

The day will be replaced by night,

Controller shouts through the mike

The sky is closed for the flight

In my hands the helicopter keys

Let the microcircuits beeping

That the systems do not clicking

The sky is closed for the flight

And I'm standing near the chopper.

The day will be replaced by night,

Controller shouts through the mike

The sky is closed for the flight

In my hands the helicopter keys.