Текст песни Константин Потапов - И потянутся за окнами вагоны, полетят...

And pull the windows of cars, fly
memories train on snow-covered paths
in the city, with the name of which you are no longer in harmony,
where the dawn meets cuisine posleprazdnichnom delirious ...
For domyv their dishes, quietly smoke out the window.
Here, the heat is not no flies on the stair railing,
nor of the copper handles - through the veil of cold weather,
each city will probably remembers every hand.
Revelation of the entrance, the door creaking - Come
(Let roars echoing abyss, tumbles in the chest),
for stepped cascades, not counting the floors! ..
As rastaskalo same time, those who previously cherished!
God, how little our childhood! How huge globe!
There no end in sight, Mom! The world ended in the winter.
And halfway to the top, stop, blinded by the window.
Do not spare an empty century, because life - alone.
Do not look here for a sign from above, and the missing link.
Listen, there, on the roof, you hear? He sleeps in tears your winter.