Текст песни Urban Pinochet - Отпечатки

Prints

Penultimate car and one hope
What you Zabierzow and sit down next to
Outside the window, endless rain as before
And the station platform packed with herd
I do not know in what nooks reason
The fact that my opinion is limited to the point
And the asphalt turns into soft clay
You do not have time to see me almost exactly

I am a hot hand leaned against the glass
And for a moment it seemed to me to share
What is your way of finally manifested in the rain
I remember: you are melted away and smiling
And probably me too much under the tongue
I saw a stronger drop sparkled
Ahead only a two-hour road
Prints melted, the doors closed.