Текст песни Артур Пилипенко - И автобусный шрам, на суглинках дорожных запекшийся...

Bus and a scar on the road zapёkshiysya loam,
   I remind the bluish haze of a car in the morning -
   And I myself, from myself not Forsaken
   Mourners in him ungodly medical benefits your happiness.
   
   Just autumn morning at me in a special act,
   Well look so distracted and I do not want to understand?
   And all the awful temporarily, but I beg you, my dear, believe me,
   It is unlikely that the case presented us with half a word to say to each other.
   
   Why are we so gullible to random road traveling companion?
   Why so swift road this novel?
   Maybe it was just to believe that the best - is unlikely to succeed,
   Maybe - just sure that the path is not without wounds.