Let's start a fire in the wood underlay intrigue,
In the cauldron of events spilling words .
Forget everything taught books
Now comes a new chapter.
"Loves - does not love " - the eternal chamomile,
The last hope to pick a flower .
I know tomorrow will be hard,
When the consciousness of truth pierce current.
Again, the whirlwind of thoughts begin to spin ,
Sweeping away common sense and dreams.
I knew that could well arise ,
But are not ready to burn bridges .
Again highlight of the program - whiskey and cigarette
Mess in the apartment, turned off the light.
Covering her face with a newspaper in December ,
Fall asleep , clutching a torn envelope.
Chorus:
At the zenith rose shining constancy
Glass - tobacco tobacco - sofa - glass.
And by love , trust , only a step to drunkenness,
Well, about hatred - for girls cheating.
When the soul is crucified and forgotten ,
When a pile of ashes replaced the throne ,
When blended wings and hooves,
I went out a little staggered onto the platform .
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Bought in a stall the July paper,
And took a train number twenty-five.
We set off , checked the tickets ,
And put out the light, went to sleep all .
I had a dream , like a train , new, clean,
Descended from the track - that switchman - old man
The calendar accidentally messed up the numbers
And speed composition sent to a standstill.
Chorus:
And so I - that grandfather behind the clouds
Routes confused , knocking a rut ,
Giving everything to break their own hands ,
He showed how tiny my
Dreams and goals , as uninteresting
My actions , troubles are not important,
Negligible plans ... God, how closely
Within the boundaries of biting truth and guilt.
Chorus:
But , hell , there are still forces !
Let 's hard, but I did not care .
Breaking the stop-cock , I jumped on the decks ,
After leaving the train number twenty-five
And on the coals extinct too intrigue
I cooked fresh word.
Forget everything you read in the book,
Now begins a new chapter
