Текст песни Виктор Луферов - Скрипит земля

Plot creaks like an old stagecoach
And the Milky Way is lost in the distance,
But the waves of time, the stars will throw us
That will hide us safely into the ground.

Plot creaks like an old stagecoach
How strange everything that was, is and will be.
And do not understand - the final sound right now,
Or sad I hear from the preliminaries.

And by winning the roar of the ships,
When a star is close epilepsy.
All people are also plagued people
And maps confuses unfair hand.

I met in the lives of thousands of people,
But friendship only with those I was proud of,
Who instead of callous rage - with kindness,
And instead of meanness, who with honesty vodilsya.

Who with all his heart rooting for this world,
Who caught a cold on the global draft.
Who on a clear day, to consider people
Went through the streets with a flashlight in his hand.

're Gone forever - will fire
Which can only warm the soul.
Others will come with a new darkness in his eyes,
But other new light in the heart.

So God give them, Or anyone out there other
Finish the ships, Or there is something else.
To fly over the disastrous fate
And do not burn a scary stars.

Plot creaks like an old stagecoach
And the Milky Way is lost in the distance,
But the waves of time, the stars will throw us
That will hide us safely into the ground.