Текст песни Константин Котляров - Поезд из Тамбова

Train from Tambov
Rushing around the fields
Young guy
It leads to places.

Eh, play the harmonica,
Yes Rides the first platoon!
Far track
Comrade is called.
Oh, he goes far
Far track
Comrade is called.

Somewhere behind the fog
There, in the edge of the native.
Behind the forest Polyana,
And in the meadow house.

Eh, play the harmonica,
Yes Rides the first platoon!
Far track
Comrade is called.
Oh, he goes far.
Far track
Comrade is called.

You do not cry, native.
Cute, do not be sad.
To the native house
Yes, everyone leads.

Eh, play the harmonica,
Yes Rides the first platoon!
Far track
Comrade is called.
Oh, he goes far
Far track
Comrade calls.