Флайинг он — Коммунизм

Who are you? Who am i? Is it real the time to the ski... Nothing's real for the ski- Sing the birds of paradise. I'm afraid can to see, Tell me, where whould you carry me You will soon release, Sing the birds of paradise.

Ref: Flying on flying on.. To the lands that you once have learn, To the peace that once was true For a little girl, like you Flying on, Flying on