Текст песни Спасотряд - присел малютка вертолёт

Baby sat a helicopter as if to jump,
Sank wearily propeller blades.
Around the taiga, a boreal forest and can not see the track.
And maybe somewhere lurking misfortune.

Ex: Sadly towering mountain ranges, but we look away,
After all, we are the heirs of trouble, we spasotryad.
And not one of us meets, and we glad no one -
We funeral home, we - spasotryad.

We go along the routes of those guys,
And creeping chill to the heart.
The deadline is expired, and there is no other news.
Or maybe already expired and term life.

Search among the rocks - hard work.
And too little chance of finding survivors.
Pritaschat half-rotted corpse on a stretcher,
And the sound of screws drown a woman's scream.

Vzmanesh weary hand. Goodbye for now.
We long to be mothers and wives waiting.
Brezenntovy people sitting on backpacks,
Tell us where you fly over.