Текст песни Мельница - Марсианский экспресс

Trains go to the night on schedule,
Avoiding fleeting touch
Where over the calm - stars without the bottom,
Know all their names
And remember the taste - without air, without sound, even without breathing.
(Names of stars without the bottom, without air and without breathing)
Trains go, loaded with shells,
Where is the grenade star, grape,
Where spring fight leads with sand,
You will hear a bunch of temples,
And they scatter on the slices with a glass of planet retrograde.
(Glass, glass, glass! ..)
Trains sin charred chronicle
Disappear in the binding of fiery pages,
Look, this time is again coming off the rail,
Arrows droopy and my express
Already striving to the last flight, where we met with you.
(My express goes off with the rail, seeks to his last flight,
We met, is already striving to fly Marsian Express!)