Текст песни Проспект Просвещения - последний троллейбус

here is the last trolleybus
which you did not have time for
a difficult rebus before my eyes
miss the look of peeling walls
in this city,
by these strange faces
all flashbacks are flights to fables
where are you so young, where are you so

the last cigarette is smoldering
you are waiting for something in some yard
uncertainty what it is
closing more and more in myself
behind these windows such a mess
now you are alone
and there is some sediment on my heart
how does this world taste

coming home soon
the city is the same
now you are a guard
you look so cold at the world
it burned out and blossomed again
like some flowers
no one let you down
nobody, not even you

the last cigarette is smoldering (x2)
you are waiting for something in some yard
uncertainty what it is
closing more and more in myself