Текст песни SKRIZHALI - Строчки

Tin, wet aprons
A spring had long since passed
There is no purpose, but there are pens -
Outside the window flashed wire

Once again, you will see your place
Behind the wall of gray rainy forest
But it seems that the choice,
At the fork is still there

No chance to get out - laws, prohibitions, family
Do you dream about, but go - your reality

Etc.
The line to line - by
evil in diesel engines and empty trains
On the dusty glasses write name
What Skryzhalyah written in a nutshell.

And the sockets of electric trains -
again see their fate
Supervisors dead matches
and last spring

Again, do you see your place
Outside, the frozen gray forest
But it seems that the choice,
At the crossroads there are still

No chance to get out - law bans family
Do you dream about, but go - your reality