Текст песни ЛюКра - Разрывающая тишина

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The train rides.
Rides
I'm going

Shiny long straight lines of the winter rail stretched

Water froze in the smooth mirror of the lake. No trace is visible

I’m slipping along the ice, completely ill,
fell all the way to the sleepers.

on railway tracks, joking train
wheels whip

I felt sad and funny, I experienced a mixed feeling.

Words are squeezed in my lips, do not say.

Frozen hand leaning on the snow.
There is no ceiling, no eyes on the eyes.

I’m not the best fellow traveler, at home I would rather drink seagulls, playfully.

But I was captured by an immensely nasty force,

And here I am in the snow, bridges burned, who needs us

And at home for dinner, my wife’s tea
And roasted potatoes.
What to me

Is it bad at home. Is the air tight? Is the pajamas narrow.

I would sit and kicked in the evening.
Now my back is frozen

Nope around and in the arms. Not a soul, not a call
Neither a hand nor a trigger

Only
tearing silence
Tearing silence

I would like a resound
I would have a rustle of steps
I would have a quiet echo
Good words

But dull
from ear to ear
And I strain my hearing

In the highest degree of concentration
Tip tip

Not heard Whisper guns
Can't hear the braid whistle

Inside white i
and two black stripes