Текст песни Крик сыча - Плацкарт

The train shakes, in the reserved seat
Someone plays cards there
I'm leaving and tomorrow
My life is from scratch

I don't know the road
When I stood at the threshold
I knew that there was little left
You can no longer look for me
* * *
Goodbye my city
Wooden concrete
I feel good here
But I'm like a reception room

And the brakes are rattled
Leaves hope
After all, nothing holds here
One -way ticket where?

Only a passport with you
Money mobile phone keys
And a good feeling
that I'm on the right track

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