Текст песни Энергетика - Лайнер

Running away strip
Proud ship lift your weight,
Coming off a sense of guilt,
For fallen brothers from heaven.
Dust toot large ship
Submarine named Kursk.
Muffled squeak screws
And then once again fall on the course.

We stand at the crossroads,
Choosing a dashing way.
And what more is waiting for a turn
We do not know, but the ship is flying.
Passengers will dream their dreams,
Let quietly fly in the clouds,
Do not let go of the steering wheel commander.
Proud liner in good hands.

We will hear the whistle of the driver,
It will carry an iron herd.
He waves to us from the window of the driver
As Chief from high tribunes.
With a sense of elbow wagons disappeared
In-bound iron fate,
And the barriers - large staffs,
Our newly opened path.

The liner breathes fire steel pipes,
Outside, the lights brightened,
The black sky is burning fireworks,
Not forgotten war soldiers.
Squeak chassis that someone was waiting for them,
On landing dreams fade.
The long-awaited bury mooring
With a difficult watch ships sailed.