Dapozdna - Поезд
текст песни

Train train, my story
Not completed, not over.
I argue, argue, quarrel all me
With unrelenting loneliness
Strange, strange wanderer now
Emigrant of apartments indigenous in the compartment
In the bathroom from the crane like watercolor
The dotted line fell down
He beat off drops

When suddenly waking up from thoughts in a grind
in a flying reserved seat,
you will find yourself like a point in the paths
lost in the map,
and leaving it sooner to smoke
into a shaking vestibule,
You will understand that you can’t get out of life, do not live
Khorey Il Yamba,

that there is something more and notes and poems-
face or neck.
So far, the time has not expired in you
Hold on the relationship.
After all, in each of us life is quietly ticking,
A knocking timer.
The question is how this mechanism works -
And there is our secret.

Boredom, boredom in the knock of wheels
Binding the window
Black lines of the devil
Bag with feelings, thoughts
How she lives, by whom to consider her
To go, you have to fall forward
Metron walking, behind the station
Open the door, let it win around
Those corners of fate,
That so in vain cut

On the way, loneliness is greater, sharper,
felt in miles
when the day has been long shot
The cigarette butter is driven.
When in an incomprehensible unnecessary longing
their existence
You will find yourself in a mirror piece,
Pressing a towel

to the face that it is not at any way to shave,
Suddenly you feel in rhyme:
He needs the tenderness of the lips of someone and hands
More than a razor.
(And if you do someone to someone,
The session completing
then you can always justify this role
bristle wool).

Morning morning, cleaned in a closet
White sheets clean sheets
In snow flakes, jacket and scarf
You break off the time of fresh days
Snow, snow from the sky again
The snow broke down, the city took off
Eyelids, eyelids, close into bliss
Feeling a breeze to count up to a hundred

And in the morning, vainly taking the essence
From bales and bags,
Understand that you took out a little more than the path
Of the days lived.
Walking from the station, in a crowded mob,
where everyone is smeared,
Understand that no one in this life is nothing
You don't owe you.

That everything is possible here, and that there are no rules here,
laws, exercises,
And all that holds us on this earth -
The law of gravity.
There will be no random love ahead
finished on the dish.
And if you do not want to be more than one,
then go to people yourself

I will hide in the room I
light breaks through the blinds
train, search, my story
continues, lives