Текст песни Павел Кашин - Чёрный ящик

Black Box ( Night Watch )

 
Head - a city of thought
With the depth of trajectories ,
Where are all the men of the city went out
From the burning aircraft.

And in an absurd desire for salvation
Fell , not knowing the answer ,
Some of the side of the shade,
On the other side of the world .

Our vane flies in a circle,
And can not see where the wind blows ,
And each firing with fright ,
Not knowing where he is aiming .

Under the finger burns trigger,
I went out and I see the goal ,
Trying to see the label ,
But my nerves on edge,

Hit and go home ,
Lost in the present,
And in my heart will remain
Fireproof black box .