Polkovniku Nikto Ne Pishet
bol'shye goroda
pustye poezda
ni berega ni dna
vsyo nachinat' snachala
holodnaya vojna
i vremya kak voda
on ne soshyol s uma
ty nichevo ne znala
polkovniku nikto ne pishet
polkovnika nikto ne zhdyot
na linii ognya
pustye goroda
v katoryh nikogda
ty ran'she ne byvala
i rvuts'ya poezda
na tonkie slova
on ne soshyol s uma
ty nichevo ne znala
polkovniku nikto ne pishet
polkovnika nikto ne zhdyot
polkovniku nikto ne pishet
polkovnika nikto ne zhdyot
polkovniku nikto ne pishet
polkovnika nikto ne zhdyot
No One Writes to the Colonel
big cities
empty trains
neither shores nor bottoms
everything starts from the beginning
cold war
and time like water
he didn't go crazy
you knew nothing
no one writes to the colonel
no one waits for the colonel
on the line of fire
empty cities
in which you've never
been before
and trains tear apart
for delicate words
he didn't go crazy
you knew nothing
no one writes to the colonel
no one waits for the colonel
no one writes to the colonel
no one waits for the colonel
no one writes to the colonel
no one waits for the colonel