Прохор и Пузо - Турист
текст песни

Dim light in the window
evil eyes of the cashier
I will suffer a little more
to the last train

I'll sit on a deserted train
and go to the end
it's already dark outside
why am I so careless

there behind the leaves
covered with grass
down the path
waiting for someone with a scythe

Hasty footsteps of passers-by
Silence on the platform
I go into the depths
area unfamiliar to me

there on the edge
in a dark hut
wooden creak
hoarse old woman laugh

there behind the leaves
covered with grass
down the path
waiting for someone with a scythe