Текст песни Анвар Халилулаев - У дороги

In my head until the rain ,
While no clarifications ,
And the shaman - chief
I do not hear my prayers .
With the hole in his chest ,
I stood waiting for a ride
But no one on the way
I was standing . hours passed
The fluidized sand,
As if in a test tube
Pistolet.visok .
My soul is in the wash.
The heat burned the skin ,
Bare bones .
-You go there ?
No.
My breakfast and lunch ,
Stored in the freezer :
"No"
Do not impose on a fork .
Charred hand ,
I asked for a stop .
Last spring.
A tiny coffin
I stretched
Barely breathing ,
mentioned ,
What the sepulcher, is the soul .