Текст песни Борис Циммерман - Трасса

I thought I was at home, but it was not there
Flowers and pictures, and wait, and comfort there
Will they let such people in and believe them there -
Barred windows, closed doors?

And there were others, and even let
They sang and drank and dreamed a lot
"Probably tomorrow, no, no, not now, no"
Broken windows, their doors open

So it means it won't, and so it doesn't need to
Curse the rapids, towards ambushes
To delirium, to scream, to bone cartilage
Until death, to paradise - only one track