Текст песни Пилот Альбом Осень - 1 - Пять пограничных состояний

Five borderline states
Scream dumb and pain goodbyes
Spits drafts in the first snow.
A dead man who has died dead.

Without victories and defeats
Only the carcass and the fear of doubt.
That is all we have left here.
We had fire, but all went out.

Chorus:
Five borderline states
Black rag in the wind
You will recognize us in the crowd right away
Happy face
Bruises, pierced ears
The skin is worn out for wear.
We smoke in the vestibule of the train
What goes downhill.

Halfway drunk, half drunk
We fell, cursed,
The truth bitter essence mowed us.
From the wine at the bottom of the glass dregs.

Past days so time jumps
Was it otherwise?
But somewhere in the past is your ticket.
And then the train was about to leave, they were extinguishing the light.

Chorus.

The song burns in three courtyards,
On simple, but bespontovye,
Tear out the soul with giblets from the depths.
Here in the kitchen at the table you're not alone
Here in the kitchen at the table you're not alone
Here in the kitchen at the table you are not alone!