Текст песни Kamenskiy - Я-вокзал

Up, for the lights, with white flocks of cranes
flies verse.
I-Station, I firs
I do not see.
Give me Pocherney.

I see only people
parted,
with holes in the head and between the legs:
varying widths and
length.
Of people,
With which
talking last call,
and they leave, tears blinded.
Here, read poetry.
In order that the flowers better than bullets
I disagree.
I-more elements:
separates lovers
whitish in the atlas,
every July.
Because it's my job!
And I know,
with some crappy,
bullet better colors.
And cars goals
and half-empty
I do not see the outcome.
Only I want to see under the firmament
flock
green
firs.
I-Station?