Текст песни Наутилус Помпилиус - Девятый скотч

we stayed alone in this bar
behind the glass, for some reason, lights flicker
and the rack sways
as if we were riding in a carriage
across the Black steppe where the Horde roams
through the Dark Mountains somewhere there
to cities where nobody us
not waiting on the platform

this strange Chinese with a shaven forehead
looks at me like I know him
and maybe he knows
why and where does the train go
he rubs the glasses and pours more
looking narrow eyes over my shoulder
probably he sees
that there will be an abyss ahead

the ninth scotch this night
nobody can help us
ice in glasses knocks faster and faster
the ninth scotch this night
the floor from under the feet is carried away
and it’s already impossible to reach the door

lay your head on my shoulder
in this world of chance there is nothing
it's a secret mission but
only here is its meaning?
I forgot today, and once I knew
I read it somewhere
or someone said
but under the influence of whiskey
so hard to concentrate the thought

the ninth scotch this night
nobody can help us
walls fall down and ashes fly around the room
and a Chinese man stares into my eyes
and a tear suddenly runs down the yellow cheek
and I suddenly understand that the Chinese do not know either