Текст песни Мищуки Вадим и Валерий - Разговор с памятью

Let's look at each other point-blank
Enough lies.
I am your spy, I am your prosecutor
I am your memory.

For a long time you dodged in the station crowd
Confused the trail.
Well, here we are with you in a separate compartment,
There are no witnesses.

Fate sent me to wander after you
Until the very gray hair.
Well, here we are, my dear,
One on one.

We're both getting old, you're yellow as lemon
I am bald like Socrates.
Forget about the police and the phone
Forget the stopcock.

Do not try to get off the footboard at full speed
Dive into the dark.
We are not going with you to Karaganda
And not to Vorkuta.

Strangers float outside the city window
Someone else's lights.
Our train is now going nowhere
And we are alone in it.

... How creepy to meet over a bottle of wine
Bluish dawn.
And know that the road will never end
Three thousand years.