Текст песни Дмитрий Бикчентаев - Поезд Йошкар-Ола - Казань

Diesel hummed skyward
Pulled the composition into the night.
My train, rush to the forest
Away from the hustle and bustle.
Hello friends circle
We don't care about the enemy
The rumble of wheels is a friend
The noise of vanity is the enemy.

Hearts will beat, suddenly,
Wheels beat to the beat
That I am depressed, friend,
Is everything with you like that?
This is your circle
So drive away the ailment
Sing until hoarse
Argue until hoarse.

Heals all squabbles
Like a bayonet from enemies
Heavy glands clang
The knock of the wheel in the joint
Old guitars ringing
Look of old friends
The rails of steel groans
Yes, a conversation is an argument.

There are no golden runes
There are no golden souls
There is a chiming of strings
There is a ringing shower.
May the song not die
May it not eat rubbish
The train is still there -
Yoshkar-Ola - Kazan.

The train is still there -
Yoshkar-Ola - Kazan.