Текст песни Черный Хлеб - Скорый Поезд

I try to understand whether it is tears of the muses
too strong knot
but you're free as a burden
Hapke weighty memories like a hydra with Water
paralyzed head
I like chained feet rooted to the floor
where it falls into the darkness my eyes
Mouzon pattern flickers do worse than have no reason
so expect to wake up when the horizon
on the balcony not Kobzon
Roma and then the waiter
coma and formation
lay down the text on the table
Repeat again leave the year behind a cordon
sky as cardboard pounding in the chest motor
I would get on the Peron
mneb pen to write in the gulf not fall
every day to take off
soar above the clouds
see the rooftops of the city
without many words
My hip-hop one love
inner demon a bunch of chopped firewood
he disappeared but reappeared from the bottom
cross around his neck, he will deliver his soul from the shackles
in this life full of places but for fools

fast train, and I sit in the last car
I will soon be hid and leave lone Peron
take me there where the ringing is heard Muse
Hear me land hey yo reception reception
fast train, and I sit in the last car
I will soon be hid and leave lone Peron
take me there where the ringing is heard Muse
shore where green fields where simple