Текст песни Rodion

Strung out cold and lonely With a gun in his hand He stares across the river But has no other plans The key that hangs around his neck To the old gulag He keeps all other memories In a worn out leather bag Strung out cold and lonely With a gun in his hand He squeezes tight the handle But has no other plans The key that hangs around his neck To the old gulag All his other memories Are dreams he's never had