You ran away,
To the sun in California.
I'll stay the same,
Under gray skies [bad word] undone,

And I know,
On holiday,
The grass so green,

Yes you ran away,
To find the bright white lights of Hollywood
Sometimes in the rain,
I think I'd like to burn, I never will

And I know,
On holiday,
The green green grass of holiday.

So look down, look down,
Everybody loves you
And my my my,
Can anybody fly this plane home?

And get down, hurry down,
There's people waiting for you,
And why why why,
Won't anybody fly this plane home?

Yes you, ran away,
To catch the sun in California
I'll stay the same,
Under gray skies [bad word] undone,

And I know,
On holiday,
The green green grass of holiday.

So look down, look down,
Everybody loves you
And my my my,
Can anybody fly this plane home?

And get down, hurry down,
There's people waiting for you,
And why why why,
Won't anybody fly this plane hoooooome?

So look down, look down,
Everybody loves you
And my my my,
Can anybody fly this plane home?

And get down, hurry down,
There's people waiting for you,
And why why why,
Won't anybody fly this plane hoooooome?

So look down, look down,
Everybody loves you
And my my my,
Can anybody fly this plane home?

And get down, hurry down,
There's people waiting for you,
And why why why,
Won't anybody fly this plane home?

Ты убежишь
 В солнечную Калифорнию.
Я остаюсь
 Тлеть под небом
 Грустно-сереньким.
На зато по праздникам
 Трава, трава.
 
Да, ты убежишь
 Искать огни,
Ах, голливудские.
Порой, когда дождь,
Я бы сгорел, но не решусь никак.
Но зато по праздникам
 Зеленая трава радует.
 
Опусти глаза,
Любят все тебя, ох.
И мой мой мой не летит домой
 Самолет?
Спускайся, давай,
Эти люди ждут тебя.
Ну почему не хотят лететь
 Самолетом?
 
Да, ты убежишь, 
Схватить солнце Калифорнии.
Я остаюсь
 Тлеть под небом
 Грустно-сереньким.
Но зато по праздникам
 Зеленая трава радует.
 
Опусти глаза,
Любят все тебя, ох.
И мой мой мой не летит домой
 Самолет?
Спускайся, давай,
Эти люди ждут тебя
 Ну почему, не хотят лететь
 Самолетом?