Текст песни Тим Скоренко - Я никогда не буду стариком...

I arrive at the station
Another Karaganda:
They are replaced easily.
My tired eyes
Full of sorrow and water.
The buffet - coffee with milk.

During the transfer the transition.
I Waiting Room
In the quarter of a century sheltered.
It remains for me one year:
I took for myself questions:
Where to go - to go there.

  At night I dream of you last morning star,
                   What for you just a third - a questionable law.
                   I'll be forever young, you will slowly grow old,
                   And I beg you: wait, because I'm not an old man ...
                   I'll never be old.
                   I never...

I do not remember the exact words,
But the doctor's office
I realized even the essence,
What I bit unlucky,
What is the future for each hour
Thanking someone.

Forget and views, and the words,
Forget the face and hair color,
And forget the tone of voice.
I do not get on the island:
I devour tuberculosis,
At the end my way.

Over a hundred new cities,
Over ten thousand fresh faces -
I do not have time, though all cast.
I have long been ready for anything,
Will begin my Austerlitz
I devour tuberculosis.

Thus concludes the spring,
Survival highway always lost,
Thou hast passed on third.
It is worthy of the price -
I devour tuberculosis,
I will never grow old.