Текст песни Поэт без усов - обрыв

Jump off the train at full speed,
Crashing into the snow, to pray for forgiveness.
Not because I'm afraid of where get,
Not for the sake of all who wish to ascension.
The idea - my Moses
And I'm going after her,
Running faster and faster,
My path - search amorphous sense
Amid the piles of bones.
And maybe I'm to friends
All the sadder and sadder,
In the eyes - slough hopelessness,
I'm sorry, I just already at the threshold,
At the termination of worldly passions.
In the Rye, over the precipice,
Besotted own stupidity,
Ready to step into the void, and no one okriknet.
Where are you, Holden?
I so need to bundle up,
Hide
And that is about to fall.