Pilot

I don't know where we made a mistake in the calculations
Maybe in the density of the air flow?
In free hangover
Over the desert was officially shot

Stone pulls debilitating burden
Maybe before someone was guilty in the past?
Losing hope to weigh the soul in the temples
All of the apostles go to commercial

But if you believe not on concepts
A piece of metal - my crucifix
Night stars - my medals
I downed pilot, got me!

I see those whom this holiday was booked
But the body badly subject to the orders
Plays music unbearably loud
And the waltz circling the burning wreckage

Frozen in the grimace the image of the refraction of light
The bottom line - not the answers
How important is it?
Now I don't care about high notes!

But if you believe not on concepts
A piece of metal - my crucifix
Night stars - my medals
I downed pilot, got me!

But if you believe not on concepts
A piece of metal - my crucifix
Night stars - my medals
I downed pilot, got me!

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