Текст песни А. Бандера - По этапу

On the tracks the old train swayed
And the snow flew under the sound of the wheels ...
The noisy city remained behind
Well, life went downhill.

We sit and smoke with a cigarette -
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Children of the funniest country
Well, birches fell asleep nearby,
To watch your winter dreams.

Eh, beloved country - they ate and birches,
Sleepy punks are going to Grandfather Frost!

Wait, don't threaten with your hand, aunt -
We will whistle to you in chorus,
You trade your rotten herring
And swallow the acrid smoke.

And in the car - both joy and tears:
Nobody needs us now ...
They go on a visit to the Siberian frosts
Children of the funniest country!