Текст песни Солоницин Михаил - Война - тупик, но выход есть

Locomotive deadlock
Skuratovo.
Memory bright, eternal peace.
Nineteenth century
to twentieth -
Through the rails - feed hand.

Steam locomotives are silent as statues,
Daughter was working
do not barrier striped,
And Byrian one - out of the window!

We fried potatoes in the firebox,
Dared to her, not a saline.
Have you ever been rooted?
I ate a lot of hot coal.

The driver said: Thank you! -
pissed by opening with ash,
And I was his smile
Above the Order of the praise.

What will be remembered, which will seem, -
The times were confused
And runs after me, it will not harm
The nineteenth century - war.
(M.I. Tanich)