Текст песни jabberwacky - конечная станция

the eyelids close
shutters at the elevator are closed -
wheels and gears sharply
set the floor in motion
and I fall down.
this mine is a familiar place
this abyss is studied intently.
trip ends
landing in the city
where life alternates with life.

my dearest live here.
I'm sorry, I’ll hardly introduce you.
all i see is a game of my memory
Yes! but here I always win.
but here they always find out
and as if the best shots
woven in a delicious ligature
it's true!

I haven’t been in our apartment for so long,
after all, there are other keys on the bunch.
how many years have passed like one day?
I myself did not notice the substitution.
into our shabby warm life
How to get the passage?
I always missed a little bit
to get beyond the universe.

I love this way of life.
I love for our every evening.
these dirty windows and cracked
one hundred years ago, an icy windowsill.
and in dreams I go from chasing
along the dirty path of the road. here.
into this house, which is not in nature.

but I see thousands of paintings here
and I can relive everything as if:
tap the wallpaper in a new way,
posters and posters.
pierce your finger with a needle
throw the orange ball into the ring
not caring about
that I live in the atmosphere of the planet
invented by adults.

I walk an alley in the snow
with a heavy school bag,
and to the touch
trying to understand that time is running out
but the light of the lantern is coming soon.
I certainly remembered
how many steps from a turn
from home twelve
to the door of the second house,
but forgot at the doorstep.

where I am welcome
as if you hadn’t seen each other forever
it seemed to me that everything is so trite
but now it’s only a mark in the heart.
where in the kitchen all together
and serif numbers on the door with a felt-tip pen.
round cake, ten candles.
bedspread and river.

everytime,
hard to come back.
from where the air blows cool
where the grenade exploded.
what a pity,
that everything turned out like this,
that everything turned out like this.
Thank you for remembering this,
and, therefore, is nearby.

I don't know how long
in great detail
sleep artists will agree
draw a canvas on canvas -
our life is sixteen behind the door.
it’s vital for me
come back here.
I get on the platform of the familiar elevator
I press the button with my finger,
time to wake up.

end station.
please leave the car.
and yet don’t be upset -
it is only a dream.
end station.
please leave the car.
and still don’t be upset -
life is just a dream.