Текст песни Ноль - Московский вокзал

Once at the Moscow station,
 It was really, truly, the twelfth hour,
 We stood and waited for the train,
 When you look at us.

 In Okahim drunken sparkled mischievously
 Lantern transparent shadow.
 We said: & quot; You can not dream,
 As today we are lazy. & Quot;

 Are you a coat, stinking hell
 Stumbling passed us.
 No, oh God, I do not need this.
 I'd rather hug the toilet.

 In Murli spreads paint
 And in the eyes of lurking sadness.
 Now I do not need your caress.
 I'd better turn around casually.

 Then I ran an old whore,
 At Armstrong like it.
 Nail picking his ear,
 She offered her a glass of wine.

 What do you look at me as an icon,
 Like the old gudish kerosene stove.
 No, I do not need this.
 I'd rather hug the toilet.

 And I could not tolerate it anymore
 And he gave her a bottle of the balls.
 All of them as if the wind blew,
 They fled to the dark yard.

 Here whistles in craters rolled,
 Happy Feet had to hurry.
 I no longer go to train stations
 Stroll among the lights.