Текст песни Прохор и Пузо - Турист

Dim light in the window
The evil eyes of the cashier
I'll tolerate a little more
To the last train

I'll sit in a deserted train
And I'll go to the end
It was already dark outside the window
What am I so careless

There behind the foliage
Covered with grass
Down the path
Someone waiting with a scythe

Hasty steps of passers-by
Quiet on the platform
I retire into the depths
Terrain to me unfamiliar

There at the edge
In the dark hut
Creak wooden
The laughter of a raucous old woman

There behind the foliage
Grassy
Down the path
Someone waiting with a scythe