Партизаны Против Public Relations - Вселенский поезд
текст песни

Evening train in the dark,
The wagon is a reserved seat, not to the songs.
Here they will half past, half -life,
And excess noise is not interesting.
Heavy air, in the dark:
Grinkling, smell, snoring of an old woman,
Insomnia. Under the knock of wheels
I whisper something ...

Unbearable longing,
Fatality, eternity, infinity.
Why am I here? Where am I here?
Where are I and these faces
People who somehow fell asleep
Current, twisted, twisting?
I am among them - midnight hell,
Small song ...

Small song in the dark,
Inaudible voice, fast train.
And eternal sleep, and eternal decay,
And the Eternal Court, and speed, speed, speed ...

Do not hold and do not catch
Minutes, thoughts, kilometers.
In the pocket - exactly three rubles,
New Testament and Dostoevsky.
Eternal questions, answer
They probably will take place
When his own stops
Ecumenical train.

Attention! In the window - the station.
Reduces the speed of a fast train.
I am collecting meager belongings
I go out, and now - freedom!
Pure platform, clean leaflet,
There is no smell, no tightness, no snoring ...
But the train begins to move
And again I - in the carriage ...