Треснутый Оркестр - Атбасар
текст песни

From the reincarnation of bitches
From the rehearsal of words
A dried bush is rolling
The old top is spinning
And carries for the cordons
For layout posts
Smooth last your last Brest
Atbasar

Through the abandoned Kremlin
Through an empty bucket
Ashes of an extinct prison
Dark windows of churches
And an unknown station
And the door is sealed
Here is the last platform
Atbasar

Like a forgotten language
Like a magical dream
Clocks fall from the shelf
Six useless minutes
Shadows of invisible birds
Dance of porcelain dolls
And outside the schedule Brest
Atbasar

Outside the schedule of Brest-Atbasar
Outside the schedule of Brest-Atbasar
Outside the schedule of Brest-Atbasar