Текст песни В.Захаров - Не в километрах мерю я свой путь

Not in Meyrueis I kilometers its way
My long journey almost five -year-long
And no I do that somewhere
My plane soars above the earth

Let the roads do not grow flowers
Sometimes in the face of wind and rain and snow
But I need to get to the borderline
With which the airplane takes to the sky

I 'll start it from the other count
And do not say to myself out loud & quot; Vira & quot;
When going to take off that airplane
Where I will no longer passenger

Sometimes trembling in her legs following in the eyes
But this is hardly the way to a dream is smooth
And waiting for me in various cities
Airfields takeoff and landing

All aspire to something here and there
Each has its own dream on the right
Some money , others to the cities ,
A third Give honor and glory

And in the daily hustle and bustle of this
Wherever I go and where I had not been
My way is always to the same trait
With which the airplane takes to the sky :