Текст песни БГ - Великая железнодорожная симфония

I learned to be a kid, I was looking for myself a berth,
I broke my forehead in the rubble about the beginning of all started.
Oh, it's not good to be spiritual - some crosses are in my head,
And the train rushes through the light, and you are going to go in the car.

Young on the sky is tedious, but do not fit if old.
Buddha wanders on Calvary and screaming "Allah Akbar".
Unknown where I place, since I am on this side,
The driver and himself does not know that you are lucky to me.

There are edges where there is no sadness, there are edges where there is no longing.
Crystal coffin with candles is clipped in three boards
Yes, sometimes Serafima will crush in the spring.
The driver and himself does not know that you are lucky to me.

In the world, everything is inconstant, everything ends - these are the cross.
I loved the whole flora fauna - there are no free places in the heart.
The locomotive of your rush in a circle, rails melts as in a dream,
The driver and himself does not know that you are lucky to me.