Текст песни Сергей Паршин - Последний рейс

The last train left
Can't hear the groan of the rails.
And the wind carried away into the distance
Jingle of joints and wheels.

The hope is gone
I gave up love
Only faith told me
Everything will happen again.

The pyron is empty
Life is empty.
One cartridge in the barrel -
Fate hold on.

How, for evil, jammed,
Didn't shoot in the temple.
The brain did not take a bullet -
Know, the deadline has not expired.

In one hand a ticket
Into another shabby case.
And there is no place in life -
Only on the last flight.

Times are passing -
The temple, piercing with gray hair
Only the sky does not grow old
Over my head.

The bird does not knock
Into my window
Life won't repeat itself
Black and white cinema.

In one hand a ticket
Into another shabby case.
And there is no place in life -
Only for the last flight.