Текст песни Мельница - Марсианский Экспресс - Минус для вокала

Trains leave at night on a schedule
Avoiding a passing touch
Where above the abyss of stars without a bottom -
If I knew all their names
And remember the taste without air, without sound,
Even without breathing.
Names of stars without bottom, without air and without breath.

Trains go loaded with shells
Where the star is pomegranate, grape,
Where spring is fighting with sand
Where do you hear a blow to the temple -
And fly to pieces in glass
Retrograde planets
Glass, glass, glass ...

By train I sew a charred record,
I disappear into the binding of the fiery pages.
Look, this time goes off the rails again,
And the arrows rush around, and my express
Already striving on that last flight,
Where you and I met.

My express goes off the rail
Seeks that last flight.
We met, already aiming for a flight
Martian Express.