Виктошка - Не сбежать, не скрыться - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Let the morning find you at an empty station: a ticket is timidly clutched in your cold fingers, the train will cut through the crystal fog like a wedge, throwing a dark ink trail onto the rails.

Let all your worries retreat, the fear that coils like a snake under your rib, the bitterness that touches you like a seal, and your pain that is hidden for later.

Station, churches, villages, settlements, dachas rush to meet the steel bird - look!

Someone's victories, joys, failures rush past and melt in gray dust. The road winds, the knot tightly tied somewhere in your chest loosens, life rushes out, breaking through the floodgates, leaving fear and doubts halfway. Everything will turn into smoke and spring wind, everything is blinding, your whole life is a game, the rails flash in a bright, uncertain light, someone whispers to you barely audibly: "It's time." The world will burn out to rise from the ashes at dawn, you laugh softly, inhaling the smoke with your lips, summer flows through your veins in the middle of December, and the colors of your winter bloom.

If everything flies into the abyss, live and remember - you were undoubtedly born for great battles.

Or just jump on the next train, disappearing into the colorful distance with the early dawn.

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The door opens slowly, the conductor

Announces tiredly: "The final stop, gentlemen!"