Текст песни Центральный Гастроном - 97

Run away and not catch up.
Fly away and do not catch.
Crawl away and not crush.
Sail away - do not take for the gills.

Rails, sleepers, sleepers.
I'm sitting, looking out the window -
Outside the window, nothing is visible.
The train goes through the tunnel.
I look quite calm
And in the soul of some vile.
There on tangled vines
A flock of baboons is jumping.

I didn’t reach two hundred meters,
Autumn has arrived in the jungle
And only these remained for me.
Dreams, tears ...

Telegrams do not reach.
Phones are disconnected.
Aircraft do not fly.
Trains all go off the rails.

Illogical plant
I didn’t come up with a line further.
Mouth red
The look is chemically green.
Like you rush on the freeway
Driving on the Black Sea.
Wheel alone on Mars
Or a western cowboy.

You have a road ahead.
Stars of the night, headwind.
And I only had tears left
These...

Delimited by space.
Finally I’ll put an end to it.
And now I’ll sing about it
Silently ...