Текст песни Пилот - Жизнь без билета

Floor, ceiling, rough money
Smeared plaster temple,
I wanted so much, a little in time,
Looked around - that's the whole time.
Left traces pile of strange words,
Unconsciousness white days
Call friends as the last cartridge,
I sit on the tail of the broom.

              
Prospect: Life without a ticket, bring me faster
From sleepy towns. Linen and tea
I will not take, only dogs barking all the angrier.
And in the air my "Goodbye!"

The last frontier, broken air
Despair, blow up the bridge.
I carefully carried on the hands of his soul,
The body whined churchyard.
Break with the old, everything in the past - rubbish,
Ahead chaos of life,
I ripped off the chain, I fall. Angel
On hand catches me.