| One, two, five, one, so, probably soon I will reach the end,
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| Gives every day a drop of lead, every day, an hour.
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| Are you my home? |
| Even if there is, then why do I need you?
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| If the holiday is somewhere behind the wall.
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| I only see glass in the window.
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| And, day, night, the lights are walking.
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| A slight shiver ran through the houses,
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| Lights caught me
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| Quietly whispering: "You won't leave!"
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| Month, year - time flies,
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| But what traces does it leave?
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| I try to follow the tracks, but
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| You can't get anywhere on them.
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| My gaze has climbed - lives,
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| On the facades of houses dressed in fashion.
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| Surprised voice quickly sings
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| About bad and good weather.
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| Every moment only forward.
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| My motor heart won't rest.
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| Wait, I just need to take a look
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| Maybe someone is still calling.
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| One, two, five, one, so I'll probably reach the end soon
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| Gives every day a drop of lead, every day an hour...
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| HELICOPTER
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| I get off the ground.
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| Take off immediately without takeoff.
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| Let's frolic like this and be
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| Does the pilot understand what he is driving?
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| I am not a rival to others
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| With fuselage and tail.
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| And I don't count for distance,
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| Does the pilot understand what he is driving?
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| Helicopter, helicopter, helicopter
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| I undress the girl at night with a searchlight-hand.
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| From the great to the funny, everyone wants to get on board
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| Oh damn!
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| I will give any ship five hundred moves ahead.
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| I am a melted plant, someone's glory and honor
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| someone's death
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| I am a helicopter, helicopter, helicopter.
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| There are no problems and no worries between heaven and earth
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| There are no laws and judges. |
| Does the pilot understand what he is driving?
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| Helicopter, helicopter, helicopter.
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| I am a melted plant, someone's glory and honor
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| Someone's death.
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| Helicopter, helicopter, helicopter.
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| II.
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| Helicopter…
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| I get off the ground.
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| Take off immediately without takeoff.
|
| Let's frolic like this and be
|
| Does the pilot understand what he is driving?
|
| I am not a rival to others
|
| Fuselage and tail.
|
| And I don't count for distance,
|
| Does the pilot understand what he is driving?
|
| Helicopter, helicopter, helicopter.
|
| I undress the girl at night with a searchlight-hand.
|
| From the great to the funny, everyone wants to get on board
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| Oh damn!
|
| I will give any ship five hundred moves ahead.
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| I am a melted plant, someone's glory and honor
|
| someone's death
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| I am a helicopter, helicopter, helicopter.
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| There are no problems and no worries between heaven and earth
|
| There are no laws and judges. |
| Does the pilot understand what he is driving?
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| Helicopter, helicopter, helicopter. |