Текст песни JUTE - Поезд

Mixed paints - drops on the table,
Baked blood - cold dawn,
On the gray station of challenge and lies
In the last world, there are no more tickets.

And not stay on gray bridges
Killed feelings and torn chains.
My old train towards spring
It goes in the light of fading lights.

Sucked only to grab
Sliding rain - good luck to the farewell!
Erase without regret traces -
Word residues, sadness, misunderstanding.

Under the knock of the wheels, in the burner longing,
Merge black packs merge
Irrevocable those who have gone, to unimprote circumstances,
Away with a colorless point of disappearing!

Chorus:

Against pain and sleep - the destruction of illusions!
Against a thousand phrase - subconscious nonsense!
At the last stage of missing hope
Build a new transparent cloudless light! ..

Music and words: Orlov A.D.

Located on the final of the festival "Prophet!" (2011).