Текст песни Вертухай Егорыч - Мотыльки

author of words - Satero

Wheels knock on the rails
Youngsters are taken to the taiga.
The guys behind bars don't sleep
They sing softly about their fate.

Moths will fly over the taiga
Like hundreds of ruined destinies
And neither a camp nor a dastardly convoy,
No, no one, only the Lord will judge them.

Somewhere out there, discos are ringing
Yes girls come to the movies
It's just a pity they will forget the guys
For which there is a lattice window.

The rain hits the glass drop by drop
But drop by drop you can understand
That moths are looking at will,
But you can't see her in the dark.