Бумажный змей

I run in the cloud kite
Thinks snakes, though he can fly ,
It seems the snake , it will be able to rush off into the sky ,
If we succeed him my thread breaks .

Torn from his hands, like a bird on a stubborn ,
Angry thin thread for what is strong ,
Sorry, but until one can not understand it ,
Life for him - this is the thread that in my hand .

Fly, fly above the clouds ,
Me a call me , call me .
But do not forget that thin thread -
Do not tear off , not truncate .
Do not tear off .

We like to kite a bit ,
In the life of a large , above ground helping soar
Stretches , stretches to us from the Native Threshold
Childhood and youth of our invisible thread .

We all need this thread , as if the air
In joyful hour , or an hour, when the hard ,
Remember those who are waiting for us, those who created us
Who taught us to fly higher and higher .

Fly, fly above the clouds ,
Me a call me , call me .
But do not forget that thin thread -
Do not tear off , not truncate . (2 times)

Fly . ( 16 times )
But do not forget that thin thread -
Do not tear off , not truncate .

Fly, fly above the clouds ,
Me a call me , call me .
But do not forget that thin thread -
Do not tear off , not truncate . (3 times)