Next stop - the night, gliding silently through transparent rails
Next stop - the night, we have it with you to the ticket
Next stop - the night, what will sing when blinded windows,
Blinded windows?
Baby, in my country there is such rubbish, called money
Baby, in my country there is such rubbish, called death
Baby, in my country there is such rubbish, when tears flow from my eyes
Baby, in my country there is such rubbish
Next stop - the night, to recognize the reality lacking spirit
Next stop - the night, which did not cast a glance, the terms of the taiga
Next stop - the night, night vision powerless
He is powerless
Baby, in my country there is such rubbish, called money
Baby, in my country there is such rubbish, called death
Baby, in my country there is such rubbish, when tears flow from my eyes
Baby, in my country there is such rubbish
Next stop - the night, about her reminds conductor
Next stop - the night, and we will not let it pass
Next stop - the night we go out into the darkness and go to the touch
Come to the touch
Baby, in my country there is such rubbish, called money
Baby, in my country there is such rubbish, called death
Baby, in my country there is such rubbish, when tears flow from my eyes
Baby, in my country there is such rubbish
