Текст песни Заруба - Караван

I'm not the same and you're not the same
In half a dream
Yes, in the pockets.
You and I myself
From this point to different poles
Two caravans set off.

There’s nothing more to say here -
Everything was too reckless.
But - at least it was.
And I was silent at the wrong time,
And the lines of a thin pier.
It was washed away from the hand.

Now it's all far away
And we, like bullets in the "milk",
But do not cool.
Now I don’t know. How are you there -
I'm waiting for a passing caravan
Among the desert ...