Текст песни Вадим Фомин - последний выстрел

last night you hear the last shot
the stars go out in the anthracite sky
meaning of life that is mature, but, alas, not matured
lost in the middle of everyday life prose

all colors and shades will merge to gray
even tone of inevitable withering
prolong the agony of the ephemera
whether to push to that very last face

illusory statics of relationships
isobars on the meteorological map of the world
just a shot ... last temptation
for morally mature deserter

from far-fetched "higher" truths
and crucified illusions - only the taste of a hangover
last night you hear the last shot
and by the morning all traces of sweeping snow