Текст песни v i t - станция конечная

Distorted images of people
In mirrors asphalt pudd,
Flushed by the colors of the shadows
And disappear
Where the hopes are melting,
Where in the eyes becoming dark

And not to see on those roads
Which we built dreams.
We are victims of our legs ...
Stay!
Under the orchestra of bird flocks,
As far as possible for the threshold.

We stand and wait
Heads hang from our shoulders.
We stand and wait
At the station finite.

We will somete the blizzard
And drive at the stop.
Here trolley buses eat people
Shame,
All life in broken trough.
We are the prisoners of household loop.

We stand and wait
Heads hang from our shoulders.
We stand and wait
At the station finite.

And we do not get out of these dreams
We fly too long in them.
Range chains of invisible shackles.
So many years
We meet the dawn
In the dungeon of trains.

We stand and wait
Heads hang from our shoulders.
We stand and wait
At the station finite.