Текст песни Кирилл Черняков и Никита Старых - И поезда - прощай, пока

And the train - farewell until
We never meet
Life is a game
We went to the edge
Probably a bad game
And now I'm flying alone
Among the birds in the clouds
Without money
Without hospitals and injections
Without pain
Without jokes
But with new wings
On shoulders
Flocked clear her tears
It lamented the heavens
And I no longer own
During my three imp
I'm not interested in it
In July, emaciated, yes
Snow and heat
chopped anchor
Now Like a sailor
You have not my
Angry bull or yak
I look forward to you goodbye
Forgive me
There were mistakes in life
matured quickly
Cigarettes, drinks
get drunk too
We die early
We were dying for nothing
Early did not get up
We went late
I fall asleep in the morning
Under the sound of sad songs
But waking up with a headache pain ...
The blood alcohol mutil
Who are we? Like other worlds
Aliens, needle sew me
My heart ached so, we shared time
And you remember me (meow), my voice hoarse
I traded you, my heart is broken
It is hard to understand it in the trash
Those ideas, where are you, and where I ...