Текст песни Сергей Беспалов - Поезд дальше не пойдёт

Potion of defeat in the boiler, a match for the self-immolation -
The initial position, an empty station in February.
Cried the bird white, warm coals ripe;
My God, what am I doing? I think I said,
"The train will not go on without you."

Russian salochki evil. Trot to the edge sleigh.
All life - work days for a tick, muzzle and stigma.
Bull's-eye on a platter transfer all the arrows,
Sluzgaet us as seeds padalschitsa winter
But the train does not go on without you.

All the gears are lubricated all the insults uttered.
All the people in the car are different, but again want to ring.
Suppose I'm sorry, darling: it is irreversible,
Breaking invincible. Wait a little while.
The train does not go on without you.

Network modern gallows: card index of names and persons
Each nearing hands of black funnel.
Extra belly of the fortress - the apotheosis of absurdity.
My house - my evil chamber without windows and without a lock.
Loonies play all your freedom of choice.
This freedom of choice - the official brothel.
On the front of the trains are pulled. Who will get under way, that will remain,
Not dёrnetsya not look back, eating salty ice.

Wagons are confident, wagons are measured,
The wagons fresh and joyful, in wagons fresh and joyful,
A train will not go on without you ...