Текст песни Нагни Гунгана - На перекрестках...

At the intersections it is so difficult to join the stream.
And the stations are lying, turning into an electric current.
The wind has a cheerful song simple -
Tomorrow, you know, everything will be wrong again.

And see how time is moving, almost impossible.
But about it will tell a random passerby.
And in the grass, starting criste, sounded sound
Watching the sand leaks out of the hands.