Текст песни Дмитрий Маликов - Бумажный змей

Kite
Music - Victor Reznikov
Words - Victor Reznikov

I'm in the clouds run a kite,
He thinks of snakes, if he is able to fly.
It seems the snake, he will be able to dart away into the sky,
If we can break him his thread.
Torn out of the hands on the stubborn bird-like,
Angry at the thin thread of what is strong.
Sorry, but as long as one can not understand it,
Life for him - this is the thread that in my hand.

Chorus:
Fly, fly above the clouds,
Call me with him, I call.
But do not forget that the thread is thin,
Do not tear off, do not tear off.

We are on the kite like a little,
In the life of a great help to hover above the ground.
It stretches, reaches out to us from the native threshold
Childhood and adolescence of our invisible thread.
We all need this thread, like air.
The joyful hour or an hour, when hard.
Remember those who are waiting for us, those who created us,
Who taught us to fly higher and higher.