Текст песни птички в глитче - поезд

My train rolls everything as well without stopping
I will soon go out at the Sweet Dreams Station
And this track is not even a track, but from the soul a piece
Pouring out of me again, the hood assembled.
Behind the window rain, but I do not want to look there,
I do not want to look at the time. They say it is harmful
True. throw away my watch,
And they are fighting alongings about stones.
Behind the window evening, again thoughts about the eternal.
Just write. After all, there is nothing more to do here.
These phrases and words themselves lie on the sheet,
I just give my heart to express everything.
Remove the alarm, and I will spite you all paper,
If, of course, you need it.
My train rolled, I have time to go out,
Station of dreams, the rest of the happy way.