Текст песни Телевизор - Станция Звёздная

On the land of the old city
Rotting mouths inhale the sky,
There is so little space on earth ...
Under the ground in a hurry train,
Run to nowhere helplessly, blindly.
Waiting, returning, uncertainty ...

In the way it is easier for me to breathe
It's easier not to remember the time of captivity -
Leave, fight off the pack ...
Fly, blind soul,
By stone veins to a new universe,
Fly from secret to secret.

There is no one in my carriage
My train is late.
Someone - “Victory Park”, someone - “Kupchino”,
My station is “Star”.
Starry ...

On the land of the old city
Inhaled the sky with greedy mouths
There is so little space on earth ...
Under the ground in a hurry train,
Running to nowhere helplessly, blindly -
Waiting, returning, uncertainty ...

There is no one in my carriage
My train is late.
Someone - “Victory Park”, someone - “Kupchino”,
My station is “Star”.
Starry ...