Текст песни Пилот - Жизнь без билета

Floor, ceiling, rough money
Smeared plaster temple,
I wanted so much, a little in time,
He looked around - that's the whole time.
To leave a trace, a pile of strange words,
Forgetfulness white days
Call friends as the last cartridge,
I sit on the tail of the broom.

              
Ex: Life without a ticket, bring me more quickly,
From sleepy towns. Underwear & Tea
I will not take, only dogs barking all the angrier.
And in the air my "Goodbye!"

The final frontier, a broken air
Despair, blow up the bridge.
I carefully carried on the hands of his soul,
As the body whined churchyard.
Breaking with the old, all the past - rubbish,
Ahead of being chaos,
I have broken loose, I'm falling. Angel
On hand catches me.