Текст песни Станционный Смотритель - Упасть в полынь

Etc. Fall in wormwood, hugging the sky , the stars kiss
Hand catching dragonflies and again to let go.
Breaking orders and bury in the ground ,
Then they will realize that I was crazy .

I. Once the fog hung over the city ,
On the roads of traffic jams , air like chlorine.
The phone rang , but I did not take the phone ,
Not what I call it .