Текст песни Александр Заславский - Обратный билет

Return ticket

Wood built like a
Persons stroked ice
At the station, our first way
Again Tudu-rails here
Only dialogue will end
It begins a monologue
Only the moon is brighter in the window
With her left, and silence.

We do not cold, because the light
The most interesting of all window
If the silver mirror
That window only gold
On the road in a way easily
If you know where to go
If you know what to look for
Much easier to fly then.

I'll give you height
I'll give you a chuckle
I'll give you a voice
I'll give you my own
The closer our corridor
straight talk
Just close your eyes
Wean look back.

I'll give you our ticket
Here Come station
At dawn subscription
The schedule you find
Flying toward the thick forest
Forest flies toward the spring
Forest flies towards an empty
At sunset it is golden.