Текст песни Лев Лосев - Железо, трава

Iron, grass

In the grass, the grinding, while I slept!
Won where they drove until I enhanced, -
smells a warm fuel oil from tired sleighs,
And it is not visible in Byruna neither the arrow nor the rail.

What do you see? Be enough
Mixtures of the dead of water and water from a bad empty?
In the impasse of evolution, the locomotive does not whistle, and rye
continues to crawl, dust continues to be copied.

Only Chu! - Mocked the cast iron chain link,
Khrvtving dirty glass, with something rusty zinking iron,
Shaking depot, something got out of it,
I looked around and, thinking, brought it back.