Текст песни группа ТЮЛЕНЕВА - Сибирская с джинглом АндеграундФМ

Hopelessly alien distant nice
I'm leaving again, and I think that forever.
There behind the wall, the neighbor kid piano rapes,
There is painfully loud from the crane waters.

The suitcase is ready, my satellite and one is mandatory.
I'll sit on the track, the flight ticket is torturing ...
There cars, subway, there are big houses, there are friends,
There are so many things there ... and there will be not only you.

We were thrown over the fun days, Wantoval, gypsy.
Fucked the brown tabor, empty and words and eyes.
I type your number, but is busy, busy.
The entrance has long been taking taxi to the station.

We were sued a long life, only where are those prophecies?
There are my old men. It can be seen, there I die in my turn.
There as a banner is used for a crowd of loneliness,
On the Moscow autumn cheese and drooping wind.