Текст песни Полигон-18 - Старуха

More than a hundred years, I have behind the wheel
Breed of people in the city
I leave very early in the morning
I come back when everything in a dream.

But once I had a chance to lead
Very unusual instance
It looks very decrepit old woman
Spit cleaned in your case

Old woman drove up to the mansion
I, the old, the weak leg
A taxi driver tells her.
He is free not bombs
And death is no money
But in the reserve for many years

I was not at first believed
Really goes with me my death?
But the old woman smiled sweetly
Not yours, still have time to die

Old woman drove up to the mansion
I, the old, the weak leg
A taxi driver tells her.
He is free not bombs
And death is no money
But in the reserve for many years

That was then and did not understand
As if the memory was erased in the head
Passenger I drove to the house
The solution is old in the mist

Many rivers flowed from that meeting
Death of all whom I knew
A gift or a curse was that evening
I will forever taksovat