Lana Curr "Последний отрыв" (2025) subs
zero minute lasts a long time conductor, let us into the carriage for some reason it's easier for us to leave at night away from here, not to hell, and not to heaven the wheels are knocking, I put my things on the shelf I don't want to sleep, I'm reading a book the train is rushing, but every hour drags on a bag of candies in my pocket the last adventure of the passing summer we rush forward like crazy comets in the heat and in a thunderstorm we feed on travel the last two seconds last a long time conductor, let us out of the carriage there is no platform, we climb right out onto the ground and walk with backpacks along a forest path wild coast, fires and tents at night and in the morning the surf roars you and I are having fun in a tent the nights are cool, but we are hot the last adventure of the passing summer we rush forward like crazy comets in the heat and in thunderstorm we feed on travel green waves caress us we cook porridge and play guitars days and nights are full of sweet pleasures the aroma of late summer herbs makes our heads spin then we will return to the city again and will resist boring rains we will lose this battle again but it is much more important for us to wait for spring the last adventure of the passing summer we rush forward like crazy comets in the heat and in thunderstorms we feed on travel
zero minute lasts a long time conductor, let us into the carriage for some reason it's easier for us to leave at night away from here, not to hell, and not to heaven the wheels are knocking, I put my things on the shelf I don't want to sleep, I'm reading a book the train is rushing, but every hour drags on a bag of candies in my pocket the last adventure of the passing summer we rush forward like crazy comets in the heat and in a thunderstorm we feed on travel the last two seconds last a long time conductor, let us out of the carriage there is no platform, we climb right out onto the ground and walk with backpacks along a forest path wild coast, fires and tents at night and in the morning the surf roars you and I are having fun in a tent the nights are cool, but we are hot the last adventure of the passing summer we rush forward like crazy comets in the heat and in thunderstorm we feed on travel green waves caress us we cook porridge and play guitars days and nights are full of sweet pleasures the aroma of late summer herbs makes our heads spin then we will return to the city again and will resist boring rains we will lose this battle again but it is much more important for us to wait for spring the last adventure of the passing summer we rush forward like crazy comets in the heat and in thunderstorms we feed on travel