Текст песни Ночные снайперы - Русский пассажир

Living only a little bit and is already on the palms
Noticeable signs of clear ice but in the streets
City at dusk melt the same lights
Under the bridges dancing tears-washed the same water
What melted not trusting the heat on the palms

A sudden summer caught on the spire of the tower
And trembles with fear ringing sleeves and wind
And the rough fabric of his dress flying over the evening crowd
And no matter what so fast-sweet to me
It is approaching the sky and it does not matter much so fast
Quickly and bitter leaves left love

It smells of Russian folklore and although my father never
He did not like bread and salt over this role we shared
Always half were fed cooked pain for us
He grasped its essence
Hands stretched at the seams half a century faster than I
Not what not praying

And the river ice and go over the bridge, I'm going
We say goodbye to you in the cold water
Overtaking death itself is at the helm and in the eyes of its
Glitter Star last hurry hurry
There's been waiting for me
It does not matter whose is now the turn of
The order of the do not count

Living only a little bit and is already on the palms
Noticeable signs of clear ice but in the streets
City at dusk melt the same lights
Under the bridges dancing tears-washed the same
Water