Текст песни Центральный Гастроном - 97

97

Shall flee and not catch.
Fly away, and you will not catch.
Upolzёt not crush.
Uplyvёsh - not to take over the gills.

Rails, rails, sleepers sleepers.
I sit, look out the window -
Outside, nothing is visible.
The train goes through a tunnel.
On the surface I am quite calm,
And some sneaky soul.
There's skutanyh vines
Rides pack povianov.

Not two hundred meters reached,
There was a fall in the jungle
And I have only these.
The wounds, tears ...

Telegrams do not reach.
The phone is disconnected.
Planes do not fly.
Train all of a derailment.

Illogical plant
Then place it out.
Rhode unnatural different
For chemical green.
Like you mchishsya motorway
Behind the wheel of the Black Sea.
Turn the dial to one of Mars
Or the western cowboy.

You forward the road.
The stars of the night, a headwind.
And I have only tears
These...

Delimited space.
Finally, I put the point.
And sing about it now
Silently ...