Текст песни Валентин Соломатов - Воспоминание о будущем

Sleepers, gray, rusty rails,
Yes bushes run up the embankment,
Yes Sovereign shot up the cedars,
Crave World girded needles,
It pulls in the winter sky whitish,
Silence fog protsezhena,
Yes a knock at the junction of the wheels
Shadows of the dead, shadows old.

Looking down the frozen sun,
Earth icy hand touching,
And the car that I have taken away to death,
Rolls back the same road ...
From their own destiny - not refuse!
It is a pity that the sky rails broken.
That is my only weapon in his buttonhole - the tie - ulyazheshsya,
Whether - in the mound clay choice.

Worm breaks through my bones,
Splashing in the skull abyss spring
And carries on sopochki to sopochke
This way my salvation -
Sleepers, gray, rusty rails!
These tracks bumping death.
And standing at the junction of all powers
Shadows of the past - shadows old ...