Текст песни Алексей Кияйкин - Безвременье

Under a still stone gathers no moss -
But more than enough rain.
Greening bronze doused empty road.
Measuring the rustle of the wheels,
Twilight of the trunk of a birch ...
If fade motor - fans, tired feet.

We have suffered and waited hoarded gasoline,
We chose the road to the south.
But one after another, all the roads turned to the north.
It cools the water,
And trains are rarely -
We left the lanes, bypassing - and again, not in time.

We will not leave, and in the ditch water
Along the edges covered with ice.
Sorry, old boy - we are late again to escape.
We flew without whips and spurs,
And now the engine cools down,
On the dashboard flashes foreboding snow ...

2003