Текст песни А.Бобков - Под стук колёс

The fast train hoofs
awkward, bass
neighs, blowing steam from the nostrils,
waiting in the wagons for boards

Poles and faces flashed
away, from were to fiction,
between future and past
view rushing through the window ...

Tuh, tu-spirit - hoof wheels,
Either the train, or the torture ...

Travel through time
walking the foot with the stirrup
clatter of wheels and clangs clang,
chime yes dance ...

Racing composition along the rails-strings,
sleepers frets - steps in vain,
to a lingering howl
a hoarse longing breaks ...

Tuh, tu-spirit - hoof wheels,
Either the train, or the torture ...

Maybe that's how it should be,
all spin from side to side
not finding a place for myself
itching and body - a tribute to fate?

The rails stretch to the sky
that apron of eyes is looking blindly
where will the movement end
our destination ...

Tuh, tu-spirit - hoof wheels,
Either the train, or the torture ...

(June 18, 2011)