Текст песни ZNA - Безбилетник

gatecrasher

D A Hm G

Standing near the cash register
With boarded-up windows
I regret that all the money
On the ticket has not yet drunken
Or not spent
On to something else instead.

I sneak past
ushers inattentive
Somewhere on the balcony,
Past stalls at a tangent.
I am here for stowaway,
And find me a place.

There are no seats! And do not be!
All occupied quieter people.

Standing on the platform,
To turn out his pockets,
It is empty there,
And none of them ragged.
I can not find a ticket,
Well, where could he go?

conductor evil
Never believe me,
Either will cause the cops,
Either close the door blankly.
I stowaway,
And find me a place.